On a clear starry night a full moon floats high in the sky over a bright city. On the outskirts, an elegant villa stands overlooking the city on a level piece of land on the mountain . A man stands at the entrance of the villa tall and straight, legs long, arms crossed and an ugly expression ruining his handsome face. Three black cars pull up in front of him, the man's expression turns uglier.
From the car in the center two men in black exit the vehicle, one reaches back in and yanks out a stunning woman by her arm. She has emerald green almond eyes and wavy black hair that reaches her waist. Dressed like a thief in an all black sweat suit, a few sizes too big drowning the beauty wearing them, hoodie pulled over her head and mask covering the lower half of her face. Wide eyed and trembling she was tugged over to the man waiting at the villa's entrance.
He gave her a sharp glare and without warning grabbed her hood at the top of her head and dragged her, while she staggered, in. The men in black returned to the car and all three drove away . As for the woman she bit her lips with a pained expression the man had grabbed a fair bit of hair through her hoodie and managed to match her pace with the man dragging her. But she dare not make a sound he has not spoken yet so opening her own mouth would be inviting disaster.
As she is dragged through the villa she glances around at every second corner are different types of beautiful women staring with glee and snickering with those around them. She returns her line of sight to the floor as they've already reached a flight of stairs, however, these stairs don't go up but down.
She panics but before she has a chance to open her mouth and beg for leniency she is shoved down the stairs. The stairwell is slightly narrow so she catches herself after falling halfway down, she breathes a sigh of relief. Before she can celebrate only sustaining a couple bruises for offending this man, she hears a crackle then a click and a heavy foot falls on the stairs then another and another.
She looks up in shock normally when she is thrown down here she would be locked in for a couple of days no more than seven. There is a working tap down here so she would not die from lack of water. He continues walking down the stairs face gloomy. She quickly stands and scampers down the stairs instinctually realizing she would be kicked down the rest of the way if he reached her position. Oddly enough the mans face becomes gloomier. Like he was hoping she sat still.
This frightens the woman even more than before. He'd never given her a beating down here. He'd beat her before then have her thrown down here. At least up there when she was beaten the villa's butler would hear her screaming and stop this man from causing any permanent damage but now the door is locked no one can hear what's going on down here and she's positive those shrews would not tell the butler what's happening. She was on her own.
He made it to the bottom and stares at her silently. She can feel it she won't get off lightly this time, not that she ever has but she wouldn't know she has no one to ask. He walked forward she stood her ground experience told her shrinking away would make what comes next worse. He again grabs her hair and brings her face close to his and says voice low and warning "Remove your clothes."
These three simple words instantly made her regret her actions although she knows she should not be feeling like this. Knows she doesn't deserve this. She trembles like a leaf in a raging storm. She looks into the mans eyes, silently pleading with her own wide tear brimmed ones. He answers with a hard pull, throwing her to the side. She lands on her elbow on the hard concrete floor if it weren't for the clothes she was wearing the skin there would have been scraped and bleeding.
The woman knows, he enjoys watching her in pain. What could be better than admiring his handiwork? She grits her teeth holding back the pain and mustering every drop of courage in her body stands up and glares at the man. He had always hated any form of resistance or defiance, he would never tolerate it. Especially not from someone like this specific woman whose sole purpose is to relieve his frustration. The woman was married to him by law and is the only one in this house with this odd position.
He sees her glare and rage bubbles up in his heart. He walks towards her. Not wasting any time she turns and runs through the basement. She is not trying to escape him tonight's events proving to her she is not capable of doing so. She simply wants to avoid him long enough for him to lose interest in tormenting her. This basement has numerous shelves, that go from floor to ceiling, in it forming a kind of maze. Some passages have no light in them. But she has been down here many times, naturally she would know how to navigate it.
The man, however, is not having any of it he runs after her, having higher achievements he is both stronger and faster than her. He catches up to her immediately. He grabs her hair and shoves her hard into one of the shelves standing directly behind her. The woman is in a daze so she didn't notice. She is vaguely aware that something warm is slowly dripping down her face.
She is brought back to her senses by her pants being pulled down before she processes this he has already slammed into her. She can only scream in pain and struggle in vain as he has his way with her. None of the gentle love and care of a husband can be found in this act.
After a while she calms her mind some, the result of a high pain tolerance, and looks at the shelf in front of her. She scans the shelf carefully through blurry eyes looking for something to distract the animal attached to her.
Unfortunately for her, she was being observed the entire time. He exits, spins her around, rips of her mask and says low and hoarse right in her face, "I have already fallen for one of your tricks today. You are going nowhere!" THUMP!
He slammed her down on the floor using his weight and continued his assault. She landed hard the floor her whole back aching the back of the head feeling wet and warm. Dazed with black swimming in her vision the wetness at the back of her head spreading feeling the whole world has it out for her. She drifted off to times long past. One such memory is how she had never went outside before she was nine.