5

Victoria

I woke up to the smell of Michael's cologne. It was a comforting smell. However, I had a massive headache and a sore throat. I tried to sit up, but my arms were handcuffed to the headboard.

"Seriously?"

I laid back and thought about everything that had happened the night before. Michael found us, kidnapped us, accused me of purposefully keeping Antonio away from him, and nearly killed me.

How am I going to get out of this?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Michael smirked and leaned against the doorframe.

"Seeing you like that brings back wonderful memories."

"Go to Hell," I croaked; it was difficult to speak.

"Watch your tone with me," Michael warned.

Michael started walking towards me and sat next to me on the edge of the bed. I began to feel nervous. He unlocked the handcuffs, reached into his pocket, and took out an Ace bandage and Tiger Balm patch.

"Let me see your arm."

I reluctantly extended my arm towards Michael and was horrified. The area Michael grabbed me was swollen, black, and blue, and it hurt to move my arm. Michael gently took my arm in his hands, put the patch on the worst part of the bruising, and began to wrap it up.

"It's just a sprain," Michael said. "You're gonna have to keep using the Tiger Balm patches and keep it wrapped. You need to wear a sling if you don't want constant pain."

I wanted to ask about Antonio, but I didn't want to get Michael mad, so we sat there in uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry," Michael said.

"Sorry for what?"

"For hurting you yesterday."

Naturally, I grabbed Michael's hand and said, "don't be sorry; it was my fault."

"I made you scared, though."

I didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject.

"You said we were going to take care of paternity stuff?"

"Later. I will have my attorney come by to sign some paperwork. We'll have a new birth certificate for Antonio with my name on it. We'll have everything with your identity straightened out; it will be like you never pulled that stunt."

"Okay," I said.

Michael smiled and lay down next to me. I fixed myself, so I was wrapped in his arms.

"I love you," he said with a smile.

"I love you too," I whispered back, unsure if I meant it.

Feeling Michael's gaze on me, I looked up at him. He looked at me with gentle, loving eyes, yet I could see a hint of Lust. Michael firmly grabbed my chin and tilted my head to kiss me. I immediately melted into the kiss; I had missed the feeling of Michael's lips. At first, the kiss was gentle, but Michael quickly became aggressive and bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, causing me to whimper. Michael shoved his tongue into my mouth and moved his body on top of mine, pinning me down with his weight. I could feel Michael grab my right breast and roughly grind his crotch against mine. Unable to breathe, I tried to turn my face away, but Michael's hold on my chin tightened. Starting to feel afraid, I tried pushing Michael off of me. I was relieved when he stopped kissing me, allowing me to breathe. However, that relief turned into horror when I saw the menacing look in Michael's eyes.

"WERE YOU WITH SOMEONE ELSE?" Michael roared.

"No," I said shakily.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!"

"I'm not," I cried. "I haven't been with anyone."

Michael grabbed the handcuffs and bound my arms to the headboard again, not caring to be gentle with my injured arm. I thought he would leave, but instead, Michael yanked my pants and underwear down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Teaching you a lesson," Michael answered as he began to undo his pants.

"Michael, no! Please!" I cried.

Michael chuckled as he crawled on top of me and shoved himself inside me, causing me to shout out in pain. Michael had no mercy as he aggressively thrust into me repeatedly, causing me so much pain.

"Stop! Please!" I cried.

Michael just laughed and continued his brutal assault. He lifted up my shirt and stared at my breasts.

"Wow. I'm jealous of Antonio," he said before he pulled my bra down and began to suck on one of my breasts, biting me hard occasionally. I tried to distract myself by imagining I was somewhere else, but the pain I was experiencing made that impossible.

Once Michael ejaculated inside me, he began to slow down his speed and eventually stopped. Out of breath, Michael collapsed on top of me.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Michael whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I cried.

"Are you ever going to leave me again?"

"No."

"Good girl."

Michael kissed me on the cheek and stood up. After buttoning his pants, Michael walked into the bathroom and came out with a towel; he sat down next to me and began to wipe my legs and crotch with the wet towel.

"You have been faithful to me," Michael said satisfactorily.

I looked down and saw that the towel Michael was wiping me with had blood on it. My eyes grew wide, and I wondered how much damage he had done.

Not bothering to fix my clothes, Michael covered me with a blanket and said, "get some rest. I love you."

I watched Michael walk out of the room. Once the door was closed, I began to sob. The pain between my legs was excruciating; there was no way I would be able to sleep. I began to think about my baby, and I wondered if Michael would let me see him.

We have to get out of here.