1 A NIGHT OF REGRETS

KAREN'S POV Taking my mind back to all this whole horror, and how this pain struck me hard. From happiness to bitterness. From love to hatred. The promises broken, shattered, leaving me hopeless. I sat down in my bed, putting on a black robe, and then Max walked inside the room. I set my eyes on him, and the look on his face was not good at all. He was seemingly drunk, and his eyes flashed with anger. His hair was messed up, his jaws tightened, and the look on his face could send someone straight to hell. His footsteps echoed through the room, and I felt a sense of unease right over me. He turned the lights off, but after a moment, it was turned back on, an action that was really absurd. Of course, he usually acted like I was a nobody in his life, like I didn't exist. Even when he used to treat me with so much love. When he made my heart pounded with extreme glee. I was covered by delectation, and the light of elation shined upon me, giving me a sense of satisfaction, absolutely delightful. "Oh, my beloved wife. Aren't you just looking pretty today?" He smirked, I could hear the drunkenness in his tone. The expression on his visage was somehow mocking me, but he was under the influence. If not, he wouldn't have vocalized those words. How funny was it? Something he usually told me, now it was the complete opposite, all because he had changed. His steps grew closer, and I knew he was about to do something so crazy. Something so not night, something really disgusting. I had lost all respect for this man the day I had to get a knowledge of his true colors. I was blinded this whole time, and I didn't know how. I was a fool for love, letting him give me the smiling face. I had to let him make my heart beat, the rhythm, the moments, the glee, the goodness. All these had to be terminated in a flash, happening overnight, where love seemed to fade away. And anyone in my shoes wouldn't even still want to keep up with this marriage, but here I was, trying to put everything together, trying to make it seem like we were balanced. But the fact remained that way—things could never go back to the way it was. It was best to live in the flood of pain and misery, let me be dissolved into melancholy. But a day would eventually come, when all of this nonsense would come to an end. As he became closer, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was going to happen. I couldn't fight back, I was his wife after all. It was quite surprising how the both of us were still married, when he barely gave me his attention. A demeanor that was the complete opposite of the one he displayed to me when we had just gotten into a relationship. I followed my heart, the thoughts were lovely, and I thought I was going to be wrapped in the arms of content, relishing every moment with him each day. But I got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. All that came to me was pain, and a part that tried to be strong during the heart aches. These storms were treacherous, and Max was Mendacious. I didn't know the pleasure that he had to gain into tricking me to be his wife. But I prayed that the tremendous thunderclaps causes his mind to tremble. And let the lightning strike him so hard that he would bleed seriously, with every pain and scar reminding him that he was in the wrong. And if possible, his senses would finally come back. But these were all wishes in my head, and once a serpent had revealed itself, it becomes hard to change back. The demeanor is etched there for a long time, and the poison never leaves. The life was meant to be this way, and I might have to lay a hundred billion complaints. But nothing would still be resolved. I felt his hands gripping me tight, and I opened my eyes immediately to see his menacing countenance, his eyes spoke a lot of things. The moment he forcefully pulled me to him, I gasped. I felt his sharp nails digging into my skin, marks all over me. He shoved me to the bed, and the both of us could only stare at each other in silence. Disgust had washed all over my face, just by looking at him. This wasn't the man I used to know, and I would be irritated every single second, being with him. "You are my slut," he spoke like the fool that he was. I said nothing in return, just gave him a fixed look like I was a statue. My lips were sealed, my expression was normal. I didn't tremble nor did I scream. My heart must have raced pretty hard, but I wouldn't let that wash over me. He took my robe off, and stripped me till I was fully naked. After that, he flipped me over on the bed, and the next thing I felt was his rod in me. I whimpered as he pressed my face against the bed. He began to pound me mercilessly, and I tried my very best to be silent, but I couldn't. The pleasure was too much for me to shut my mouth. Not what I wanted, but it was also quite lovely. "Ouhhh fuckkk!" I shrieked loudly, shutting my eyes tightly, gripping the bed sheet. Max's force went to a whole new level. He choked me, and slammed me so hard, no mercy, and this smacking noises had filled the whole room. "Take it... easy!" I continued screaming, the words barely coming out of my mouth. And as he choked me harder, I could barely breathe. He banged the living soul out of me, going harder for minutes. I had to explode all over him. He still slammed me like hell, choking me to the fullest, digging his nails in my back, and I could tell he had given me a scar. "You are my bitch! You are my wife! You are my wife!" All these he brought out loudly, hitting my walls, ramming me up, and I could feel him reaching for some sensitive spot. I was extremely wet, and I could hear the sticky sound. "I'm going to cum in you slut!" "I am not your slut!" I bawled at him the moment he took his hand off my neck. He quickly pressed my face hard against the bed, and I felt like I was going to die. That was how he slammed me till he released his man juice in me. He was satisfied, and we were both breathing heavily. He lay on the bed after that, and I didn't even want to take a look at his face. But he stood up immediately, gripping me and turning me over. He had to forcefully shove his rod in my mouth, and thrust in repeatedly, going deep in my throat. I could feel my jaws about to explode. And that was how h continued his ruthless feat throughout the night.