Joanna laid there, in the same position that her brutal husband had left her.
She at first, shivered from disgust and immense anger.
But now, she has lost the will to move.
Bitterness clung tightly in her throat as she stayed motionless.
Could her life be anymore awful?
Could this marriage be anymore agonizing?
Her mind wandered from the time she had met him to the time he owned her and kept her captive.
She sighed in pain, tremendous hatred towards her weakness and uncontrollable submission to her husband.
"Argh!!" She growled out loud as she sat up on bed.
She felt sore from his thrust. His enormous weiner and domination made it difficult for her to stand on her feet.
She didn't know sex to be this painful.
She knew it as a thing of passion and love.
With struggle, she strode to the bathroom.
She just wanted the cold water on her skin.
