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like a trained bitch as he likes to call it. The hardest thing is to recognize that at some point I saw us as a beautiful pair, even though it was too much even for a dream, I was stu

and every declaration of

to stay in the present even if it's painful. But in y

s, leaving only the small lingerie, attracting the attentio

o give De Angelis, wife?"

ht, husband - I said exasperated

se – I let out a sob, not knowing what to do – S

eling fear cling to ev

hing from a suitcase in the corner of the room and when h

sing my forehead, he be

fault. - His hands came with

rch of lessening the grip that interrupts the flow of air, without any effect on the body with triple strength, even with his nai

for the red ball, making the saliva build up inhibiting all my wor

I'm flipped onto my

k, I try to grab the bed, but nothing seems to be able to make it stop. I was thrown to the floor and held by hand

oll as I was turned onto my back with his legs pushing my knees apart, his wrists hurting from the cuff

husband, it's ju

until my hair was ripped out by him, my body felt like it was ripping in half. Stefano

es and the lashes began robbing me of what little air I s

just a nightmare, until I walked into the bathroom and saw the cuts

e bathroom door opened and ther

me, you hear." I shook

every one of his tricks to destabilize me. The marks scattered across the body show how I was unable to maintain the theate

te and pities. The messy hair and always neat beard com

t son of a bitch is going to di

my husband, son of Don Sartori. It's no

he exasperated, lowering his voice

o was not just anyone, under his skin there was a true demon. What could a single woman

se, the result of a command that only values its own home, the Don doesn't se

lip so he could see my mark as Stefan

dy to run, I grabbed his arm with all the s

feared my husband would co

d won't ask, but you seem to have won the

? – I

you'd been missing for five days, o

sed me until he lost another baby. – I sobbed

a war Giacomo, he left three days

the truth is humiliating and it's al

bitch pay, I won't be able to forgive myse

e perfect wife a doll, I tried to forgive my older brother, a

rything to me, taking care of all of us

way we could all get out alive, ideas swarming in my nervou

veral drug suppliers, get one that can knock Stefano

ing over the body, of being able to take revenge on him and on the culprits for the horrendous nightmares. Each one of them

osed around my neck. It must be all my fault, for wanting a day without a spanking or dreaming of a touch of love, I was trapped in naive dreams waiting fo

knowing that everythi

ano and, as a gift, he would p

o do?" – A low and serious

ief — You just said you wouldn't forgive yourself, this is your opportunity

or having given me up so young to that demon, if he took away

my arms and all the visible marks on my dirty little pajama bo

cilians, Don Sartori will hunt the culprits blind with hatred – I saw your silence as an incentive to continue —

ne of them and have them beg for a quick death, when all they're going to g