His Slave, His Unwanted Wife
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permission to leave this God da
mbert… Tears welled up in my eyes as he gripped my long hai
“You…You didn’t answer me, you bitch! I’
e hurts me or yells at me. But I can’t stand him calling me a bitch
my cheek so that the loud sob that I had been suppre
ani.” I told the truth, but
htly and suddenly gave
to th
e force of his hard slap, and I c
ut the fact that I was his wife was even
and up. I screamed in pain! It was as if my
going to fall again. My knees were getting w
t in my face. “Can’t you really get along with me, huh
bert. How many times do
se I will never believe your lies again!” He
and covered myself because I alre
already unbuckled the belt of his slacks. “D
tell him, ‘Not now please ... not now’. My bod
fused when he pulled my leg and forcibly removed the
y feel sorry for me. He even forced
I struggled, but he just squeezed my hands
ired of what he was doing. I’m his wife, but he tr
t me. I hope he just left me if he coul
ow than he did before. He hates me so much...to death. He now only wants my bo