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Maria Reynolds shakes as she stares intently at the silver necklace in her hand. It has a cross at the end of it, to symbolise her belief that there is a God or Saviour out there. But, there isn’t one - as she would have been saved years ago from her abusive relationship. When the door clicks shut behind her, Maria jumps and the necklace falls onto the floor with a jingle. It bunches up and she knows that she will probably never see it again: whether it gets consumed by the vacuum cleaner or gets shoved underneath pieces of furniture, left to collect dust, Maria doesn't care as she doesn’t believe in a saviour anymore.“Have you taken your jewellery and makeup off yet, slut?” James Reynolds, Maria’s abusive husband, asks from behind her as he snakes his arms around her waist and starts kissing her neck.“Y-yes,” She almost forgets to answer as her skin tingles where he touches her, and goosebumps race down her back, arms and shoulders where his lips make contact with her flawless skin.“Mmm,” James hums against Maria’s sensitive skin, sending another round of goosebumps trailing the upper half of her figure. “That’s a shame, I like you better with makeup and jewellery on - it hides how ugly and how much of a whore you are.” Her heart lodges in her throat but she swallows it, suppressing it back to its rightful place in her body. He was talking right in her ear, she felt very uncomfortable as he started roaming his hands around the surface of her, but she always felt uncomfortable when they did this. This. This… Maria always tries to enjoy it, sex. But not when it’s rough and harsh with no feelings whatsoever. James is just harsh and rough. He has a heart made of stone, he uses Maria like a toy. She hates it. She hates everything about their relationship, but says nothing. She says nothing when her husband suddenly stops biting her neck and gives her more orders. “Now, get on the bed, and undress.”Maria’s breath quickens as she steps forward and sits on the edge of their bed. Her palms grow sweaty as she knows what will happen next, inevitably, and she has no say in it at all. She has no say in how her body is used, so she has kind of grown used to it, but she feels like this every time - it feels like reaching slowly but quickly (yes, at the same time) to the climax in a movie that you have watched very many times. It is unpleasant and stress-inducing. You bite your nails out of anticipation and fear, then when the movie ends you move on in life; in some cases you don’t, and Maria is part of the ‘some cases’.“Get a move on, you piece of shit,” James urges Maria on. She wastes no time in slipping off her signature red dress and reluctantly taking her undergarments off. She is left naked: vulnerable, inviting and welcoming. On the outside, that is. On the inside her heart is thumping against her rib cage and she wants to be anything but vulnerable, inviting and welcoming. She wants to be her own woman - but, alas, she is helpless. Always helpless. There is never a time that she isn’t helpless and controlled by her husband. Maria is James's woman.“Well, I see you haven’t lost the weight that I told you to lose,” James tuts, shaking his head. Maria internally panics and freaks out, her heart turning erratic and surely about to burst out of her body. Her eyes go comically wide, she cannot guess what the punishment is - James is a quite creative man, it is a shame he wastes it on punishing his wife. “Maybe… I’ll just starve you, a bit. Exercise you to the limit. Teach you a lesson. What sounds best?”Maria knots her eyebrows together. She gets a choice, for once? But obviously, they aren’t good choices. “Teach me a lesson..?” It comes out shakily and sounding like an unsure question, in response: James chuckles and tells her,“I was hoping you would choose that one - I was going to do it anyway.” Of course, she should’ve known she wouldn’t be given a choice. Has she not learnt her lesson by now?“W-what is it?” Maria asks him - with confidence that she doesn't normally have and she regrets it soon after.“Ugh, so impatient!” James basically exclaims. “You will find out soon, useless woman.”And so, Maria is thrown onto her back onto the bed with so many questions racing through her mind of what may happen. Who knows? God knows! But, of course, Maria does not believe in a saviour anymore, because the saviour would’ve saved her from what happens next - if there was one.The normal stuff happens, James undresses, hovers above Maria and just straight up enters himself into her and starts thrusting in and out of her hole. Yes, no prep. Just rough and raw. But, Maria realises that James normally uses a condom - he says because he doesn’t want to see the abomination of a child that she would birth - but he doesn’t this time.So, the punishment was for her to get pregnant (or at least try), because she didn’t lose a bit of weight. Oh, saviour, where are you?“Show me that you enjoy this, whore, because I know you do,” James growls through gritted teeth. Maria then lets loose all of her moans and pleasurable expressions that she previously kept in, by habit, because she didn’t want this abusive rapist to know that she was enjoying it. She technically isn’t enjoying it, however, but her body enjoys it - of course.James groans as he comes inside of Maria, then he pulls out, gets a tissue just for himself and cleans himself up, then pulls his clothes back on and leaves. It is only when he leaves when Maria cries and sobs. She needs a saviour; even if she doesn’t believe in one.She mutters to herself, “I don’t believe in a saviour anymore - but for the fucking love of God - give me one!” The noise of her sentence escalates and nearly screams the end, but she controls herself with self control; which James Reynolds doesn’t have.