I lay in bed stiff with Pierre snoring beside me. I couldn't sleep, not because of his snoring but because I was having nightmares and everytime I woke up I realised that I was still in a nightmare all because of Pierre. This wasn't how I thought my life would end. I had dreams of finishing from the University, meeting a nice guy, getting a job, getting married, and having babies but Pierre changed that. I guessed his help came with a price. I turned to look at Pierre. Reading his face I could not understand how he could be the one to do this to me. I hated him now. I wanted him dead , I wanted him to suffer for raping me. I sat up and took my pillow in my hands in an attempt to suffocate him but before I could completely straddle him to do so he opened his eyes and grabbed my throat.
"What do you think you are doing, are you trying to kill me" he said huskily
I could only manage to squeeze out the words "please I'm sorry" as he strangled me harder.
"You ungrateful slut, it seems you need a beating to get back to your senses" Pierre said. He dragged me off the bed still strangling me and with my hands to his hand on my neck tying to free myself. He threw me to the glass door leading to the terrace and it shattered with pieces pieced into my arms, back and legs. I was already weak because I hadn't eaten as I weighed 70 pounds which people complained about. He walked over to me and kicked me hard in the stomach as I vomited blood. His room had a fireplace which he walked briskly to and came back with what seemed to be a red hot branding iron.
"You know Arina, my sweet, I like to make things clear regarding what is mine and since you hands seem to be getting you into touble, I shall solve that now" he said.
He stood over my glass stabbed body and stepped on my already bleeding right hand to open it as he dislocated my fingers and struck my palm with the branding iron as I scream and wriggled. The glass in my back felt like nothing compared to the pain in my hand. I screamed my heart out until I lost my breath and then passed out. I woke up in pain as I carefully examined myself and where I was. It seemed like a hospital ward but then I recognized the outside surroundings and realized that I was still in Pierre's house. I then looked at my body, I was rapped in bandages from my chest, to my arms and legs. I noticed that I could hardly move my right hand because Pierre dislocated it and burnt it earlier on. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even scream. I felt like dying. The door opened and Pierre walked in with flowers and a box of chocolates. He walked over to me with a sober face as I trembled with wide eyes. He kissed me gently on my swollen lip and on my forehead. I could'nt understand what was happening. This was the man that just nearly killed me. He held up my burnt right hand and attempted to unwrap the bandages on it but I winced. He immediately stopped and kissed the inside of my palm with the bandages on it.
"I am sorry Arina, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was drunk" he said. I didn't believe anything he said. He then attempted to raise my hospital gown as he started to remove my panties. I was helpless, pretty much paralysed, and weak. All I could do was sob quietly. He spread my legs wide as he was just able to put his penis into me as he didn't undress fully. He leaned over to my ear and whispered that he was going to make me have children for him. That was the last I heard and he squeezed the anesthetic drip bag and I fell unconsious with hmi still in me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi guys, I was ablbe to restructure the book so you could read it from one single book in chapters. Hope you love this one. I'd love to hear what you think I <3 you all.xxx