Contract Marriage For 7 days

Day 1...Part (2)

He let out a loud laugh. "Don't worry. We are good now. But I expect my wife to be out in 15. I have a surprise for you." He said with a little smile on his face and left.

She just stood there. And once she was sure that he was out of the bathroom she let her body sink into the floor. The shower was still running. So, she didn't care about being loud when she cried her heart out. She was scared and couldn't think straight. She only wanted to get away from him.

She stared at her hands which were holding the wall just a moment ago. And then she looked at her body covered with the marks. The soreness she was feeling in between her legs was a reminder of what just happened. She could still feel his hands grabbing and handling her back. Without her knowing she tried to rinse her hands under the running shower. Her bruised wrists had his handprints. It was not enough. So, she tried to get up. It took an effort to get up straight but once she was under the shower she let the steaming hot water hit her skin.

She wanted to feel clean. She tried to rinse her whole body. She grabbed the body wash and almost emptied the bottle on her hands. And tried to wash away his touch with all that lather. After making sure that her whole body and hairs were thoroughly clean, she felt somewhat different. His scent was everywhere on her. She was using his body wash. What else she was expecting? But still, she wanted to feel clean again. It was when his words echoed in her brain. You are more soiled than this bedsheet right now. She broke into tears again as the water rinse all the lather off her body. Then it struck in her mind. He said 15 mins. She already knew that she had taken more than 15 mins. But she couldn't care.

She turned off the shower and took slow steps out of the shower. The first thing she noticed was the shirt which was dumped on the floor just before she was taken by him under the shower. Her whole body was dripping water so she moved to where clean towels were racked while taking little steps. She took one towel and dried herself. A large six feet mirror was in front of her showing her whole neck, collarbone, and breast filled with marks and hickeys. Some marks were mild and only a little red. But others were dark blue and even hurt on a simple touch. And then there was that savage bite on her left breast that had his teeth marks. She couldn't make herself look at her own reflection. It was disgusting.

I wish that he let me go now. He already did what he wanted. She thought.

There was no bathrobe so she just wrapped a towel around her body and with another covered her hair. She was about to walk to the door when a thought crossed her mind and she hurriedly turned to the drawers. In an attempt to find anything that could help. To her dismay, she only found some lotions, perfumes, makeup, shaver, condoms, and hair drier. There was nothing she could use to escape. She ended up using the drier. There were three other drawers just to the left side of the tub that she didn't notice before. She opened the first one to find a gun. Watching that gun scared the s**t out of her. Never in her whole life, she watched a real gun this closely. So, she closed that drawer and found herself shaking with fear. That person can even kill me. She thought. She walked towards the door and turned the knob of the door with a heavy heart. She knew that he will be in the room waiting impatiently. Her eyes were on the floor when she entered the room. Her body was wrapped in a towel while her long hairs were blow-dried.

She lifted her eyes up to find the room empty. There was no sign of him. But a dress rail was there standing closely to bed. It had around 10 dresses. All in color red. She knew in an instant that it was for her. She walked towards the rail and checked out the dresses. She was not surprised when she found all of the dresses to be too much revealing to her likeness. Plus, red was never her color. She always preferred light colors like white. Yes, white color was her favorite. But it doesn't matter right now. Plus having anything was better than the towel she was wrapped in. Because if she found a moment to run away she can't do it in the towel.

She started checking the dress on the rail by looking at them one by one. This one will show so much cleavage. This one won't even cover my hips. This one is so... Omg, this can't be even called a dress. I could never run wearing a dress like this even if I find a chance. She said all of this in her thoughts.

But then she found a dress that will properly cover her front and bottom both. Though it had shinning embroidery and looked like some fancy dress it was the only modest choice compared to others on the dresser rail.

She removed the dress from the rail and get into the walk-in closet. She dropped the towel. There were no inner wears for her. So, she just slipped into the dress. After getting into the dress she was about to zip up when she heard the door being opened. She flinched and turn back to found him. All dressed up in white.

Her hands come forward hugging the loose dress around her body. She just looked at him with her eyes wide open not knowing what to do.

He was waiting for her in the living room with his breakfast and surprising arrangements for her. But it took her so long. He cursed under his breath and had his breakfast. Still waiting for her.

Before seeing her he knew there is nothing left he had not tried yet but she proved him wrong. Never in his whole life, he hurt a woman without her consent and that was of course in b**m. Safe. Knowing the partner's limit. At other times even if a woman tried hard to get with him they give up in a couple of hours as he was so irresistible and he knows that.

But she was different and he liked that. In fact, this thing aroused him so much that he liked what he was doing. Even hurting her. It makes him feel like she was his to do anything he likes.

He finished his breakfast. And tried to wait patiently for the other two minutes. But then give up and took long strides to where his bedroom was. He was about to open his bedroom when a thought crosses his mind. Why the hell you would feel guilty. She was your wife to do anything with.

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face. And he gets in. The bathroom door was open indicating she was not there. He took the impatient steps to the closet. And opened the door to find a startled Jane. The dress was perfect. But she was not. Her eyes were puffy like she has been crying. Her neck and shoulder had hickeys everywhere. He doesn't want to admit it but she looked abuse.

She was looking at him as a scared kitten. Her long freshly showered and blow-dried hairs were looking perfect to hold and pull. He takes in her details. And start closing the gap between them. It made her took a step back. She couldn't think anything. All she could think was the pain this person was going to give her again. She wanted to hide or disappear but there was no place to do any of this.

"Don't you dare to take a step back." He warned her with his eyes a shade darker.

His voice made her jump and she takes a step back. A devilish smile contoured his face. In a swift move, he held her wrist and trapped her in between him and the wall. Her eyes were closed with fear while her lips trembled.

Her scent and the way she was shivering in his hold was driving him crazy. And he was excited. He remembered how bored and usual things were before he met her.

He leaned in closer. His mouth was only an inch apart. And she knew that without opening her eyes. His breath on her cheeks was telling her about his plans. His one hand moved to her waist while the other one appeared on the back of her neck. She became all stiff when he was bringing her lips to meet his. He kissed her anyways ignoring her reluctance. He kissed her soft lips slowly, savoring the moment. She was so precious in her own way. His hand on her waist moved to her back. He found her zip to be still undone. This fact aroused him even more. He felt the skin on her back. Kneaded it with his fingers while his kiss became more deep, taking control of her mouth.

It was when he felt her tears streaming down her cheeks and her muffled sobs coming from her throat. He got his hands off of her body but placed them on the wall. Still caging her.

The moment he let go she tried to walk away just to find his hand on the wall blocking her way. So she became still. Not even breathing. 

She tried to gather her strength but couldn't. She was still looking at the floor when he leans into her ear and inhaled audibly. His large callous hand came onto her back and zipped her dress. This act made Jane look at him through her wet eyelashes. Even looking at his sharp features were enough to make her legs weak with fear.

"I suggest we should get out here before I lose control." He said while making small circles on her back with his hand.

She didn't move and was still looking at him when he put a little pressure on her back motioning her to move. She moved and walked but was still looking at him. She looked scared and ready for any move at any time.

So, she never realized when she came into the living room. But once she was there something catches her eyes. And when she looked at her surroundings she couldn't believe what she was looking at.

What I got myself into? She screamed in her brain.