(In this story Marty has reverted to her wild, party-girl ways. This story will contain descriptions of explicit sexual situations, including female slash, multiple sex partners, and threesomes. No, I don't think Marty is a slut. She's one of my favorite characters, and she's only having a little bit of fun- okay, well, maybe a LOT of fun.)
*~Cruel Conclusions~*
Both Tea and Marty looked up to see Patrick standing there in the doorway. He had an angry sneer upon his face as he marched over toward the bed. "What the hell? How did you get in my house?" Tea demanded.
"What are you doing in bed NAKED- with my WIFE?" Patrick countered.
"Obviously you don't satisfy her in bed, so she wanted me instead!" Tea yelled back at him.
With a fierce blow, Patrick struck Tea across the face as hard as he could. Tea fell back on the bed, holding her cheek and gasping in pain. "Shut up, stupid bitch!" he leered. He grabbed Marty by the hair and dragged her out of bed as she fought him fiercely.
"Get your clothes on now! We're leaving!" he growled at his wife.
"Patrick, leave me alone. Just face it- I don't want you anymore!" Marty yelled tearfully.
"Don't touch her!" Tea screamed at Patrick.
Before Marty could get fully dressed, Patrick took her arm in a punishing grip and tugged her out of the room. Hurriedly trying to pull her clothes, Tea followed after him.
"Patrick, let her go!" Tea insisted.
Patrick wasn't listening; he bruised Marty's flesh as he forced her out the door. All the while, Tea was screaming and yelling at him to stop. Tea managed to get her clothes on and headed outside after them. It was too late; Patrick had already forced Marty into his car and had sped away with her.
"God dammit! He's not going to get away with that!" Tea viciously exclaimed.