Olivia's P.O.V
In the morning he wakes up and forces me to shower with him.
I've never felt so dirty.
No matter how much scalding water I use his smell doesn't come off my skin.
In the day he works.
He leave's Nessa and I to fend for ourselves.
I spend my days distracting her with simple activities and bracing myself for what is to come during the night.
When he gets home dinner must be on the table nice and hot.
I then send Nessa into another room when he starts to get...close.
I spend the nights pleasuring him until he falls asleep on me.
I can't move.
I don't think I'd dare to either.
I lay there to afraid that he'll wake up and take me again.
Some nights he does.
At this point I spend half my time wishing I was dead.
I wish I couldn't feel.
But I can.
Every caress, every touch, every humiliation, every insult and every word.
They sting me like salt sprinkled on a fresh cut.
Just when I think I can take no more he continues to humiliate me.
Every night bringing me new ways to hate myself.
All I want is a gentle touch.
Someone to tell me I'm not worthless or weak.
Someone to tell me they love me and not make me sick.
I want a night where I don't cry myself to sleep.
A night where I can lay in Elliot's arms.
A night where I can kiss him and fall asleep as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
I want to go home.