"I presume you can get it done. Right?"

I swallow hard, I can hear him put on his belt back on his pants, I still wonder how It's still intact after all that whipping. Then again I wonder how long it will take for it to break, and he will just find another new belt. But that makes me think how long until I break? And he finds another omega to torture?

My eyes are glued at the hardwood flooring, it looks like the water in the pool shimmering and flowing when the early afternoon sun ray hits the water.

"ANSWER ME ALLEN, DAMMIT."

I flinch, and nod repeatedly not wanting to get hit again. But instead he grabs my hair again and yanks me closer to him as I let of a shriek of pain, gasping for air through my sobbing.

"WORDS"

He yells at me, as he smacks me across my face, I wince in pain and blurt out

"yes.. Kieth"

Through my chattering teeth, after which, multiple strands of my blonde hair falls away, as he lets go of my hair. He seemed pleased with my answer and leaves.

As I stand there in the kitchen half ***** from my hips down, with a liquid mixed with both his and mine running down my thighs and a few drops already fallen on the floor. I look up to find the room empty, even through my blurry vision caused by my tears, I can see myself. From the giant golden rimmed mirror in the dinning room at the end of the long dinner table which is already set with new white culinary, light fixures hanging above on the ceiling and walls are dimmed to a golden hue. I walk towards the mirror opposite from the green wall, I walk towards it with small steps, pain cripples through my feet into my body with each movement I make towards the mirror, as I stand in front of it.

The light from the ceiling and walls make me look for ghostly, I look at my reflection, my eyes dark and dead, with heavy bags under my blue eyes, my cheeks have lost their color, and one of them is swollen and red from the slap. My pink lips are busted from the punches that I am used to being thrown at from my husband. Many strands of my blonde hair all over my sweater from all the harsh yanking. Bruises that covet my body like tattoos over my shackled soul. And finally as I look down at my distended womb, the only part of my body left untouched by his vile forms of abuse. The more I look at my face in the mirror, the more distorted it becomes, first my eyes grow big, bigger than my small fists, and then the distress lines on my temple vanish, and my lips begin to shut, and slowly everything disappears, my eyes disapper leaving two black empty holes, where you can hide your darkest thoughts. nose, lips, tears, and every ounce of humanity and empathy I ever had. Leaves my soul, leaves my body, and then,

my face disappears,

and finally I disappear.

But then, I make a fist and punch the mirror in front of me, sending shards of flying glass everywhere. Blood oozing out of my knuckles, and dripping down my arms, and splattered all across my white shirt and face. As my breath finally seems to stabilize, I look at what I have done. And stare at my deranged reflection from the glass pieces on the floor.

"Red... such a pretty color."

I lay on my bed, feet up to the wall, waiting for my baby to stop pacing around like a football in my womb. I try to remember what the doctor said,

"Breathe Allen, I know this is very scary for you, after your three miscarriages."

But the only thing that comes running back to my mind, was the first time I had a miscarriage.

\*\*\*\* **The Past** \*\*\*\*

I was 5 months pregnant. It was in the late afternoon, in spring, while I was polishing the white marbled countertops. Making sure it shimmers like glitter. Cleaning helps me cope, with the senseless beatings and torture I receive on a daily basis. Once I was done, I stood back to look at my masterpiece. Not a spot of dust. The white marble glistening with brightness which prices through my eyes. But it won't stay like that soon. It's going to be painted in red.

I hear a huge thud coming from the door, as I lift my head up to see, my husband Kieth, along with his secretary and a few people who work under him was home. As a shrill went down my spine.

he was drunk.

again.

He quickly made his way towards me. Stood right above me, I gather courage from every cell in my body to look up at his face. His brown hair falling on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with anger and disgust. His jaw clenched together. Kieth lips that once showered me with lovely words, and kisses, now only showers me with pain. Who is this man? I don't recognize him anymore.

Before I could say anything, a slap lands on my face, which sounds just like a tire blasting, which echos the entire room, I could see the people behind Kieth flinch. I couldn't feel my face, my jaw or my teeth, but it felt like it was on fire. I fall to my knees, my breaths where unstable. Blood oozes out of my mouth and drips down my chin. And slowly to my neck, before I could say anything, I could hear the clinking of the belt, my eyes widen with panic.

No... he's going to… Hurt me... like that. Again.

I feel the heat of the leather zap on my porcelain skin on my shoulder, I let out a shriek of pain through my sobbing.

"SHUT UP!"

I feel another zap, and then another, and then one more. And it keeps going until I lost count because of my senseless screaming and pain. My body feels like its getting grilled. My skin burns. Bones aching, and my heart hurts. He stops after a few minutes when my body is covered with red swollen stripe marks all over, proving his mark of dominance and control over me.

"What did you think? That I wouldn't know?"

At this point I can't even talk back. I have lost all energy.

"That baby. In your womb. It's not my seed."

My eyes widen, and I look up at him confused. And that's when I see his unsettling smile across his face, and I feel his foot hits right on my womb with such force that I let out a blood-curdling scream. So loud that everyone in this huge mansion can hear it. I instantly puke out whatever I had in my stomach, my guts are pulling up into my stomach, I am laying on the floor holding my womb with immense pain shooting throughout my body, I can't think anymore. The pain is so bad. That I think I died.

But.

I woke up, I was on the same marble counter top, which I was polishing. But now… Its red. It's covered with my blood as I look down at my womb. Which looks disheveled. There is a huge dent. I can feel the blood slowly flowing out of me. And then realize. It's not only the blood. But its Kieth manhood. He is rapxing me. I am in so much of pain. I can't even let out a scream. But nobody stops him. He keeps going. Until I pass out again.

I woke up in the hospital the next day.

my baby had passed away.

My baby's head had ruptured and his spine and back where broken into two pieces.

\*\*\*\* ***Past End*** \*\*\*\*

I get up from my bed and walk over to the window and drag the curtains open, the gentle sun rays of twilight gently fall on my body. Which makes me feel warm and get the sense of mild comfort.

I hear a knock on the door

"come in"

The butler comes inside, I know it's him because he and the other servants always knock on the door before coming in.

"Mistress, master has asked you to get ready by 7 pm for the charity ball this evening."

"Okay… Tell him ill be ready."

"Yes mistress, anything else you want me to do?"

"no, nothing esle."

he bows and he leaves. I don't want to go. but if i don't. he will hit me again, but if i do. he will hit me again too.