Devika's p.o.v
"Very good. Swing your hips like an actual slut. Hmm!! Too good," he is saying all this throwing money on my face. He is laughing and behaving like he is in any kind of bar and I am a bar dancer.
He is sitting on the couch and drinking an expensive alcohol. He is playing item song and I am dancing in front of him.
As my healing period is over and now he will again use me. I am dancing in front of him wearing a thong and a bra. I am arousing his inner desire like a slut. If I refuse him then he will beat me again. He will torture me with the most cruellest way. I have already lost my virtue and self-respect so his humiliation is nothing for me now. I don't want to earn his beating now.
Whenever he is throwing money on my face I am feeling like I have become a real slut. And his dirty languages!! Those words disgusted me. But I am hearing those words because I am helpless. I can't even cover my ears with my palm. He warned me that if I refuse to hear those words then he will rape me in front of my family. I know him very well. He is so mean that if he does that with me then I will not be surprised.
I am hating myself now. I can't even protect myself, can't protect my self-respect and dignity. I am a total failure.
I am dancing in front of him to excite him. This is his rule. Every night I have to do this from now on. I have lost my self-respect and dignity. Now, This is my identity. A slut for my husband. I feel disgusted whenever I think he is my husband.
" Are you seeing my hardness? He said to me pointing his index finger at his crotch. I can see his excited manhood. Yeah, now he will rape me.
" one swing of your hip is enough for my cock to stand proudly". He said laughing.
I am feeling like to kill him but I am helpless. I have to obey him and spend my life with this man if I want to see ma's happiness.
I am standing in front of him shedding my tears. He stood up from his seat and came to my direction. I flinched backwards.
But he grabbed my hair and threw me on the bed. Then he hovered over me and tore down my clothes which was just covering my intimate parts. And that's it. Now I have to bear his torture.
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" Ahh...please... Stop...go slow...it's hurting." I am crying and begging him to stop. It's been hours since he is thrusting inside me. He is completely lost in pleasure. He doesn't care if I am feeling pain or not. For him his pleasure is everything.
He choked my neck and said between his thrust," why were you smiling at the party? Even after my warning why you smiled, bitch? Tell me, this time whom you have made mad after you. Am I not enough for you"...
I couldn't control myself anymore hearing his false accusations. I said disgust dripping from my voice," I feel disgusted by you and your psychotic words."
And I felt a hard thrust in my vagina which created immense pain there.
"You feel disgusted by your husband but feel comfortable around my brother!! Huh! You slut!! If I see you talking to my brother again with your filthy mouth than trust me I will fuck you in your ass." he said angrily thrusting inside me brutally.
This man is a complete psycho. He is always accusing me of those crimes which I have never committed. He is not normal. He needs doctor. He is a complete lunatic.
The whole night he raped me and fulfilled his thirst for sex which was he hoarding for two weeks.
After raping me he again kicked me out from his bed. This is now my destiny. A fuckable used sex doll whom he can use whenever and can throw wherever he wants!!
The Next Day
Author's p.o.v
"What? How it can possible? Bhabani asked Agnish with too much surprise. Bhabani and Agnish is now in a park. They are discussing about Anamika and her children.
" I have killed them with my own hands. I am the one who set the fire and saw them burning in the fire. I have heard their screaming," bhabani said to Agnish. She is totally shocked.
" But, I have checked the case file carefully that the police didn't find any dead body," Agnish said showing the file to Bhabani.
Bhabani looked at the file carefully and read it with too much concentration.
After reading it she said," That means those scumbags are still alive. Anamika's children are still alive. I should have killed them by slitting their throat." Bhabani said with too much anger.
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