Chapter 2: a cruel twist
(From Christine's point of view)
I walked into my room waiting for Raoul to come welcome me with his usual hug and chaste kiss but I stepped into the room and froze. There was Raoul- to be sure- and my own maid Cherie seated on his lap. Raoul's shirt was off and Cherie's was unbuttoned. I couldn't believe that Raoul would do this to me. I screamed at him "Why would you do this Raoul? I thought you loved me!" I turned and rushed out of the room as fast as my weak body could manage. I could hear Raoul chasing behind me, buttoning his shirt back on as he ran.
I reached the door and took off across the grass. But in a moment I felt a vice like hand grab my arm "and where are you going, my dear?" Raoul asked in a scary voice "I am going away from you Raoul!" I answered in a broken voice, his grip tightened painfully on my wrist. "let me go Raoul- you are hurting me." To this he only twisted my arm are he yanked me to him harshly with his chest heaving and his eyes flashing "oh no my dear. I think you are staying with me. You are not going anywhere. You are mine."
A sudden rage filled my body "Damn it Raoul! Let me go! I do not belong to you or anyone- you can't make me stay here. And clearly I am not enough to satisfy your disgusting lust! MY MAID! How dare you demean me like that! You whoring bastard!" the next thing I knew what extreme pain as Raoul had soundly punched my face on both sides the force of it knocking me down into the gutter of the deserted street.
"You…will… never… speak… to… me…like….that…again!" he panted. "You are my damn wife and I will do as I please and you will shut your mouth or feel my anger. I am your husband and I think you need to learn some manners and some lessons. I think it is time that I remind you of my husband status." He grabbed me and pulled me up and drug me into a nearby shed.
"Oh god Raoul- Raoul stop!" I begged him but he only wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed and he began to rape me- again and again until I cried in the utter pain and torment that he was putting me through. He was completely heedless of all the internal and external damage and pain he was causing me as he proceeded to remind me that I could not escape in a very rough manner.
His hands were everywhere, hitting, squeezing, pinching and his foul mouth covered mine in a violent effort to keep me from screaming. When he was done he dragged me along with him back to our room. "so my dear now do you remember that I am your master and I always will be." When I didn't respond he picked up his silver tipped walking stick and struck my back and sides with it until I said quietly with tears falling down my face "yes. You are my master."
He left me then. I assume he was off to lay one of my maids and I laid down on the bed and proceeded to sob. My body was racked with tears and I knew that I had to get out somehow and soon. Sleep took over my bruised and aching body and I didn't even noticed the rust colored stain slowly spreading across the sheets.
oh no! what will happen to christine haha- please read and review :D