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 h

"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

now than he did before. He hates me so much...to death. He now only wants my