Graphic-ish story.
Hiiii :)
I suggest if you dont like rape or DV stories, dont read this. I would rate this like NC17 xD
So yeah, this was written really late at night when I was feeling crap so yahh :)
Its not beta-ed so get over the mistakes. xD
Okay here it is.
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The day you told me yes, is the day I lost my mind. It’s the day when everything seemed like a dream, a very bad nightmare. It’s the day I stopped wanting to get up in the mornings. It’s the day I wanted to give up living on. It’s the day I became a mannequin. It’s the day I lost all my emotions. It’s the day I signed up on a lifetime jail sentence.
To begin with everything was very sweet. Hugging, kissing and the sex was fucking awesome. But then the possessiveness started, I wasn’t able to go out and see my friends and I wasn’t even allowed to contact my male friends. I thought that was bad until you decided that I needed punishment one day after work when I secretly met up with my best friend. That was the first night you hit me. I thought it was the worst; I couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down my face even as you hugged me and apologized, though it was only the beginning. As the nights when on you didn’t just hit me, you kicked me, threw things at me, you decided to light my hair on fire one night. But nothing I said or did would stop you. I guess that’s when I stopped caring, it’s when I started to wish that you would hit me so hard that my skull would fracture and I would be laying lifeless on the floor.
So I guess from that night on I didn’t care what you did with me anymore. Whenever you hit me I didn’t make a noise, which only made you hit me harder. Whenever you kicked me in the stomach while I was down, a small whimper would escape my lips, which would make you smile and kick a little harder every time. Then you would fall to the ground apologizing as you hugged me tightly. And still I wouldn’t cry… The night you got the biggest reaction out of me was the night you thought it would be fun to rape me.
As you rammed in and out of me I couldn’t control the tears that poured out of my eyes. Every time I looked at your face, it only had a look of determination on it. As much as I would call out asking you to stop you just kept going, growing faster and rougher. When you finished, you cleaned me up and laid next to me kissing me and apologizing as tears continued falling out of my eyes.
Every night after that one the same thing would happen. You would come home, blame me for something, bash me around a little and then fuck me like I was some sort of doll. Every night I would go to sleep with the same tears falling down my cheeks. But the thing is the whole thought of leaving you was incomprehendable. I loved you as much as the day I met you. As you were sleeping every night I would slide my hand over your face and let a few sobs escape. You were just as beautiful as the first time I met you. I knew deep down you were still the man I loved and you would eventually come back to me.
That one morning that I woke up and didn’t see you in the bed I knew something was wrong. I walked out to the living room and couldn’t believe my eyes. You were laying on the couch with blood pouring out of you. I ran over to you and hugged you as much as I could. I was crying hysterically while hanging onto you hoping for you to come back to life. As I read the note you left I wanted to stab you over and over again myself. I didn’t want you to be dead. I wanted you. I wanted to still have to the hope you would come back. I wanted you to love me again.
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All my friends said to me that I should be happy that he was gone. He wasn’t going to abuse me anymore. I was set free of the jail. But all I felt inside of me was sorrow and emptiness. I loved this man more than anything in the world. Not having him next to me was killing me. I just thought I should be dead along with him.
As the years went by I was never the same. I didn’t marry, I didn’t have any children I just locked myself up in the apartment we used to live in. As much as he hurt me, he still loved me. I could never forget the love he gave me before we moved in. The love he gave me after he had sex with me every night. I could NEVER forget my soul mate…
What do you think? xD