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1002 Words
Kimberly
Can Kendrick stoop any lower?
Every time I thought he probably wasn't as bad as I thought him to be, he always end up doing something far worse than the previous one.
He wasn't just a monster. He was the devil himself.
I curled up in bed and covered myself up to my neck. Tears ran down my eyes.
Could it get any worse?
He didn't just bring me down. He stripped me off the last thread of dignity I was holding on to.
Why? What wrong had I ever done to him? Why does he derive so much joy from my pain?
"Did you think you were special just because you're my mate?" His husky voice rang in my head, reminding me of how cruel his words were.
"You are nothing but trash!" He spat. "I married you to make you suffer and suffer you must!"
My heart shattered as his words replayed in my head.
Though, I wasn't expecting him to love or accept me as his wife and mate. I didn't expect him to hate me so much either.
Though, I knew he was a monster. However, a part of me was hoping he would change for me. Especially after finding out that we were mated.
I was starting to think that I could help him. I was starting to think that maybe....just maybe there was a possibility to have Kendrick become a different person. A better Alpha to his pack and a good companion for his mate. However, Kendrick was deep into darkness.
He could never be saved.
"Henceforth, you will dance before me every night!"
"You will dance naked!"
"You will become my stripper!"
I closed my ears with both my hands to stop those words from repeating but they seemed determined to torture me.
I've only heard about strippers. I had never seen one, yet I had to become one for Kendrick. Did he have to be so cruel to me?
I couldn't help wondering why he hadn't killed me like the others he was said to have killed. Why did he spare me? Did he spare me just to ruin me?
Stripper. I repeated the words in my head.
He wants me to dance naked before him every time he called. Why was he so determined to snatch every bit of my dignity?
The door opened and Linda stepped in. She couldn't look at me. Instead she went towards the other side of the bed and climbed in. She hugged me tightly as if she could tell that I badly needed the hug.
I missed my home. My family.
Though, it's only been a few days since I left, it felt like ages.
The pain. The torture. The torment, it was overwhelming. I didn't know if I would survive it much longer.
"He has called you to his room." Linda whispered through the hug.
I was rendered weak by the statement and my hand dropped from behind Linda.
Why had Kendrick called for me? Hasn't he humiliated me enough?
He described my butt and fondled my boobs in front of his guards. He gave the order of making me his stripper right before them and they all laughed hysterically.
He made me an object of ridicule before his guards and is still calling for me? What more does he want?
"Alright," I muttered through tears.
I couldn't ask Linda why he wanted to see me. I knew she was just as helpless as I was and discussing Kendrick with her would only get her into trouble.
I washed my face and dried it with a towel. I applied a powder and glossed my lips to hide my pain.
I wouldn't give Kendrick the satisfaction of seeing me miserable.
When I arrived inside Kendrick's room. He was sitting on the single seater leather chair that was designed to look like a throne. His long legs were crossed and he had a half burnt cigarette in the middle of his finger.
"Didn't you get the message before?" He hissed as he released smoke from his lips.
"I ...."
I couldn't form a coherent statement. All I could think of was why me.
Why was I subjected to so much pain?
"You don't want me repeating myself, do you?" His voice cracked and he poured the content of the glass in his mouth.
I stepped forward and thought of what to do to make him change his mind, but Kendrick wouldn't even spare me a glance.
He didn't give a damn what I do, as long as his order was carried out.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood before my supposed mate and husband.
He lit another cigarette and poured more whiskey into his cup. His long legs crossed against the other while his eyes stared me down.
"I'm waiting," his husky voice was void of emotion.
I knew he was asking me to go naked and dance as he stated before. However, I didn't know that he would want me to do it right away.
"But...." I was about to decline but I remembered what he did to me the last time I refused to do what he asked.
I sent the rest of the word back down my throat and immediately started to undress. It wasn't the first time he had seen me naked anyway.
Besides, I was his wife legally.
Slowly, I took off my clothes and let it fall down to my feet. I looked in Kendrick's direction but he wasn't even looking at me.
He was busy with his phone. While I stood naked before him.
He clicked on his wrist and music started to ring through the speakers.
I danced to the beat and watched Kendrick to see if he would even notice me but he wasn't bothered. He didn't spare me a glance.
After dancing for a while, I tried to sit to catch my breath but Kendrick dropped his legs immediately.
"Did I ask you to sit?"
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