It's so dark in here. It's been three days since Trevor put me in here. Last time I was in here for a week. I hear footsteps echo in the hall and I immediately scramble to my kneeling position. I know I'll just get another beating if he finds me in any other position.
He stops outside the door and I hear the locks being undone. He opens the door and I'm glad I'm looking down so he can't see me react to the intrusion of light. "Have you learned your lesson?" Trevor asks crouching down and making me look at him.
"Yes, master." I reply quietly. "Good. I hate having to punish you." He says sweetly and strokes my bruised collar bone. It hurts but I don't dare hiss in pain. He lifts me bridal style and I put my arms around his neck the way he likes. He likes to play the hero after he punishes me.
He walks through the house to our bathroom. I can smell the usual bath salts and rose oil he puts in my 'I'm sorry' baths. "I'm sorry my love. You know I hate having to do this to you. I wish you would just obey me properly." He coos sitting me on the marble counter and stroking my hair.
"I know mast-" I begin to say but he places his hand over my mouth roughly. "No, not master. I want you to say baby. Now tell me like you mean it. He misses and removes his hand. I gulp and start again as sweetly as I can. "Yes, I know you didn't mean to hurt me baby. You love me. I'm just disobeying you and I must be punished."
"That's more like it baby." He says sliding his hands over my exposed thighs. I resist the urge to cry because I know it will only land me back in the closet. I wish he would just love me the way he used to. It wasn't always like this. I met Trevor when I was seventeen at a friend's party. My parents had went out of town and we had gotten into a huge fight before they left.
Naturally me being rebellious led to meeting Trevor. He was the twenty year old bad boy big brother of my best friend. He was so sexy with his chiseled jaw and muscles on his motorcycle. Not to mention his tattoos and tousled black hair with deep brown eyes. His tanned skin looking like he just came from the beach. It was love at first sight, until I turned eighteen and we got married after graduation.
The last two years have been nothing but a nightmare. He has molded me into what he wants but somehow it isn't enough. He always finds a reason to punish me. Maybe if I was better he wouldn't do it anymore. That's it. I just have to try harder. I'll show him I can be the wife he needs.
He clears his throat harshly and pinches my nipple through my thin tank top. " You were staring into space again." He says through gritted teeth. I instantly start stroking and kissing his face as I murmur apologies. "That's more like it." He humms and crashes his lips to mine. His kiss always leaves me breathless even now. Even after everything he has done to me. I still love him.
....Or so I thought...
"Now hurry up and get a bath. I'm hungry." He says and leaves me alone in the bathroom.