ol

whirlwind of thoughts-thoughts centered on escaping whatever plans Etha

sking the lady for a bottle of Tyleno

ging our wedding night to a harrowing caregiving vigil at the ho

e the night, when everything else fails. I

to collect the pills from the lady, but who comes standing

quickly, my heart beating in a

awfully real husband is bearing down on me. His eyes,

get into a fight? Ethan usually has a fiery temper,

His low, rough-hewn voice

t say

eins in his forehead protruding. He looks l

I try to get my head around

. Ethan has formed the habit of accusing me, believing

g a man into a ho

t you. You're a blood

test in indignation and hurt. Tears tighten my throat and I swallow, be

ee the iridescence of malice and lust in his eyes, but I

nd virulence etch his now lewd inflectio

se, you do. Sluts are expert dirty-talkers. Now quit playing dumb, be a

it saying those degrad

way we're consummating it," I all but

ly wed. We've been upholding marriage tr

lly, my breath trembling as I exhal

freeze. However, his bruised knuckles catch my attention and heighten

u asked for this?" The rage in his eyes resurfaces and

bottle at me

alking about how you overdosed on Tylenol on your wedding night?" he gro

imself a glass of champagne. "There's

but I reluctantly do as he bids, walking to t

your social media channels with capt

and snacks, and I do so. While I sit on the bed, captioning the posts on my social media channels, m

are meet

s voice, low, rumble

ing seriousness in his eyes. Even tho

fies of y

flute down on the coffee table and getting up fro

nd doing his bidding, and I persistently alternate my glance be

n adrenaline rush, but I still try to focus on the caption I'm writ

, his strong hand wraps around my ankle and I'm pulled to the foot of th

dy, and turns me so that I'm facing sideways, then he bends me backward by my

"I don't recall asking you to run, you

my boundaries. I claw at his hands, screaming against his mouth. The second he gets his hand

," I panic, my chest h

s what you wanted, off the bat?" he growls, the veins in h

t him. My hands are violently shivering, effectively making

re you ar

with the knife, but things see

end, rage transform

at you want? Fine, stab me." He keeps bea

I sob. Why can't he just l

amn thing through the heart you broke," he raves

e me do th

stab me

e blade of the knife to my wrist, hoping it

eyes burns brighter, though tangling with a hin

cut myself," I yell t

ay. I'll fucking kill you

me at a breakneck speed, so fast I don't

s, its metallic smell percol