“You...belong to me Cora, we better make that damn well clear. You’re my whore!” Aeron yelled.
Aeron, my one and only, once again calling me his ‘whore’.
I didn’t dare speak a word during his rampage. It could get violent if I tried to test him, and I truly wasn’t in the mood to get beaten on, and maybe even raped.
He had shown me, on multiple occasions, what the consequence of running my mouth would be like.
From a simple slap to being punched, to being slammed into the wall, to being kicked in the stomach and or back, to being raped and tortured for hours on end.
I’ve been with Aeron for 3 years now.
Only he has been the only man to rape me. He is the Punisher. Even when it comes to abuse. He has never, and will never let someone else put their hands on me.
It’s just his rule.
He has to have some respect for me, right?
“I should kill you, right now!” he screamed.
Don’t worry, he won’t…
He threatens to kill me at least every 3 days.
This is a daily occurrence, his bipolar disorder coming through.
“Do it then, fucking prick…” I muttered under my breath, almost wanting him to hear.
“I swear to fuck Cora! You just HAD to make such a fucking scene at dinner, huh? Couldn’t be a good little bitch, no! No, you just can’t be a good girl for too long.” he rambled on.
Let’s go back in time, shall we?
3 Hours Ago
Ginger chuckled at Aerons stupid and sexist joke, clearly, she was just interested in him or fucking dumb as a brick cause she as a woman, should be quaintly offended.
I mean shit, I was!
“So..Aeron, got any plans tonight?” she asked him, right in front of me, and her brother.
Her brother Lucas, was clearly not paying any attention, as he was staring at our waitress’s ass this entire time.
“I actually am quite busy tonight love,” he said smirking
This prick has never once, never once, called me love!
He prefers to call me his little whore, or his little bitch.
But this little slut gets love?
I grabbed my knife that was sitting on the table, stabbed the table with it, got up from the table, and stormed away.
I knew, I just knew, I was gonna pay for that.
I could hear his footsteps behind me, getting louder by the second, as he continued to get closer to me.
He once again yelled my name, this time the loudest he could, “CORA!!!!”
I stopped in my tracks and turned around, hoping he would be about 10 feet behind me, but he was right on my ass.
“What?!” I yelled right into his face, probably getting my spit on him, only adding to the punishment.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Acting like a fucking bitch and then walking off?! Are you fucking high?” he screamed.
“No I am not high, I am just so fucking pissed off at you, fucking flirting with that dumb whore, right in front of me! How could you?” I said, trying to not raise my voice.
“Shut up you stupid bitch! You flirt with men all the fucking time, the one goddamn time I do it, you kill a table. Such a fucking bitch. I’m only flirting with her to get her to like me, if she likes me, her brother likes me, and the deal is sold,” he explained.
I knew I was in trouble, but not right now, not in front of all of these people. He doesn’t show what kind of monster he is in public, except he is a very vocal person when it comes to screaming at me. But never once has he laid a hand on me while outside.
“Now, get the FUCK back inside before I show you who’s the boss in this fucking relationship,”
“Look Aeron, I’m sorry alright?” I said, not even meaning it one bit.
Aeron glared at me, reading right through my shit apology.
Aeron came up to me and slapped me hard.
Making me fall off the bed and onto the floor.
“Fucking lying whore…” he murmured.
“Aeron, please…” I begged.
I wasn’t sorry, but I also didn’t wanna be beaten half to death today.
“You stupid little slut, I can’t believe half the shit you do most of the time. It’s like you want to fucking get the shit beaten out of you, it’s like you want to piss me off,” he said as he paced back and forth in front of me.
To not stir up anything else, I stayed on the ground, in a somewhat fetal position, ready to curl up on his next blow. Which I could tell was coming very soon, he was trying to calm down yes, but I knew I was gonna pay the price for tonight.
I didn’t just piss him off, I ruined his plans, and embarrassed him in front of his business friend, making him seem like the so-called bitch in this relationship.
He stopped pacing, and came right up next to me, crouching down and looking deep into my eyes, “You’re lucky I love you so much, or I’d kill you right now,” he said.
He grabbed my chin, and pulled my lips to his, kissing me hard, biting my lip, begging for entrance inside of my mouth, which of course, I allowed.
He quickly pulled away and slapped me once again, much harder than last time. He stood up, smirked, then kicked me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
“Get up,” he said softly, not with much aggression.
I took a deep breath, held onto my stomach, and then got up. I wobbled for a second but quickly was able to keep my balance.
My hand was still on my stomach, as it felt like a huge period cramp was coursing through my body.
“Strip,” he said, still not looking at me.
I did as he said, and took off all my clothes, waiting for his next command.
He turned around and looked at me, smirking, he walked toward me and crouched down in front of me.
“This is gonna hurt…” he said before pushing me down onto the bed.
The Next Morning
I rolled over in my and Aeron’s bed in pain, I groaned as the pain coursed through my body.
“Fucking prick,” I muttered, knowing he wasn’t around.
He was never here when I woke up, even though I always begged him to stay, but it was already 9 am, and he usually got up around 6 am.
I was afraid to see him. Last night was horrible, my body was still aching from it.
I slowly got up from the bed, once again gripping my side. He left bruises on me all night long.
Make sure to make me remember My Punishment.
I knew he would be especially mad today. But I wasn’t ready for what he was going to do. Was he going to beat me? Again? It is very likely that he would.
Would he rape me again? He might... Will he torture me? Who knows!? Only he does.
Once I got out of bed, I walked into our huge bathroom. The way the house was set up, nobody was nowhere near us. Not for miles to come.
It was very secluded. Nobody could get in easily. After miles and miles of woods, there were iron gates. Everywhere. Built high up.
On the weekends, Aeron would invite his friends over to go hunting.
Now, this is not your normal deer and squirrel hunting.
No, nothing would ever be that easy with him. Nothing that simplistic. He liked the taste of blood. The way that the gunshot would sound as it was shot through somebody’s head. Killing them instantly. It brought him a sort of sick pleasure.
He usually invited 10 people over. The main Circle that he talked to.
Each person would usually bring two or three people with them. This would be the hunt for the night. I chose to stay away from this. I didn’t want anything to do with the hunting that goes on.
In the beginning, he was extremely mad that I would never participate, but he soon learned that I did not have the same taste for blood as he did.
Once he accepted it, he finally stopped nagging me about it. But every so often, he tells me that I’m stupid and that I need to get into the headspace of killing people.
Especially since I was choosing to be with him. Yes... That’s true. I am choosing to be with him. You may think I’m crazy, you may think it all you want. But I love him. And I know he loves me. No matter what he puts me through. He does love me. If he didn’t, he would have killed me long ago.
I hopped into the shower, cleaning off my body. All the dirt and all the marks were now showing up. I had at least 15 bruises on my body. From the size of a dime, all the way to a handprint.
I knew this was going to happen. And I was stupid to run my mouth last night. I shouldn’t have done it. Last night I wasn’t thinking smart, and that I could get away with it somehow. But now I know that I can’t.
I can never run my mouth the way I want to. I can never speak up for something I want. He is the guard of my castle. He never lets me get away with anything.
From the simple things of telling him no, to me screaming in his face that he’s stupid. He will beat me, and rape me. I swear to God, he purposely tried to get me pregnant.
For some reason I just feel it in my bones, that’s what he is trying to do. Because every time he tries to get on top of me, he always forgets the condom.
But I can never understand why he wants to get me pregnant. Knowing I’m only eighteen. While he is 23.
I’ve been dating him for the past few years. I started dating him when my parents threw me out of the house.
That is a story for another day.
But... He was ready to catch me. I have been dating him since I was 15 years old. And he was 20. I met him through a friend. When I was 15 years old, I used to do drugs. I would smoke weed with my friends, and that’s all I would do. The simplest of stuff.
I met him through my friend Diana. Diana met him through her brother. And one night he came over... To Diana’s house.
3 YEARS AGO
“Come on! Let’s just have a little fun... It won’t be that expensive. I know a guy.” Diana said, begging me to fork up the cash for the weed.
“I’m not sure about this... It seems a little sketchy. How does your brother even know him?” I asked her.
“I choose not to ask. Just I know that he’s friends with him. He might come over and hang out with us for a little while. He’s my brother’s age. I think my brother works for him. They’re supposedly good friends.”
I nodded. If Diana trusted him, so do I.
Later on that night, only about 45 minutes later, we heard a knock at the door. Diana got up from the couch, as we were watching a horror movie, and opened the door. She said a few words, but I could not understand them. A few seconds later, a tall man walked into the house. He had dark black hair, and he was pale as a ghost.
Someone clearly did not get out in the sun very often.
His piercing blue eyes instantly went on to me.
His facial expression did not change. It was blank.
His black ripped jeans, Nike Air Force Ones, and his Champion hoodie all worked together.
He was extremely cute, and I knew that and I bet he knew that too.
I definitely was not his type, but I was stupid to even think about that. He was Diana’s brother’s age. He had to be at least in his early twenties.
No guy in his early twenties would go for a fifteen-year-old stupid girl like me.
“Cora, this is Aeron, Christopher’s friend. Or boss I should say.”
I stood up from the couch and walked over to him. I gave him a small smile, but he did not return it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of weed.
I looked over to Diana and smirked. I was really excited because she’s always so fun to smoke with. He handed me the bag, and I handed him the cash. I expected him to leave, but he didn’t... Why was he staying?
I walked over back to the couch and turned off the movie. Christopher entered the room and greeted Aeron immediately.
I noticed his facial expression did not change. It was still blank. We all four sat down on the couch, facing each other. The girls versus boys.
Christopher began to talk to Aeron, about work I assume. I didn’t pay too much attention to what they were talking about, because I did not care. I turned around to Diane and started to talk to her.
After about 20 minutes of talking to her, I got up from the couch because I needed to use the bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom, I heard footsteps trailing behind me. I turned around and noticed Aeron standing right next to me.
“Hello little dove,” He said, smirking. His facial expression had finally changed.
“Oh... Hello?” I said, honestly I was confused. I was confused as to why he was next to me. Wasn’t he talking to Christopher just a second ago?
“Is there something you need?” I asked him.
His smirk only grew.
He grabbed my hand and brought me into the spare room. He closed the door and locked it.
“You’re a sweet little thing aren’t you? Much different than other girls. You like to have fun don’t you...?” He asked me.
“Sweet and fun... Don’t really mix together do they?” I asked him.
He chuckled lightly, “ I like you... You just have something about you. Something draws me to you. Like I’ve known you my entire life. And we haven’t even said any words to each other.”
He walked towards me, now he is just inches away from me. “And I’m going to make you mine.”