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I’m sound asleep when all of a sudden I hear banging. I wake up and look at my phone for the time. It’s 3:37 in the morning. I listen to see if I hear the banging again and I do. I get up out of bed, throw my robe on, and head to the door. I look at my doorbell security camera app on my phone to see who is banging on my door this early in the morning and I see it’s Sanzu. I then hear him banging on my door again. I rush to the door and slam it open. “Do you have any idea what time it is! Why the hell are you hear Sanzu!” I yell at him. He just smiles that shit eating grin, stretching his scars as far as they could go. “What’s the matter doll? I can’t come visit you anymore now that we’re broken up?”
I smell the alcohol on his breath and can tell he’s been drinking. If I know Sanzu, alcohol isn’t the only thing he’s consumed tonight. I let him in to avoid the neighbors any trouble of hearing the two of us this early in the morning. He walks in and kicks his shoes off at the entrance of my home. “What the hell are you doing? I didn’t say you could stay.” Sanzu just ignores me and continues on into my house. “Sanzu I’m talking to you.” I say as I walk up behind him and grab his arm. He jerks his arm away from me and turns around faster than I can react. Next thing I know I’m pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat. He’s squeezing me tight enough to make me gasp for air. I bring my hands up trying to pull his hands away from my neck but it’s no use. I start to kick at him and scratch at his hands and arms. The look in his eyes is something I’ve never seen before. Like he has been possessed by something and it’s taken over him. He’s never been violent with me our whole relationship so what’s gotten into him I have no idea.
He continues to apply more pressure to my throat and I’m beginning to get light headed from the pressure and all the thrashing I’m doing trying to break free. He looks down at me and laughs then stops. I slide down the wall and bring my hands up to my throat. I start coughing and gasping for air. I turn my head towards him and ask him what the fuck was that for. He pulls out his phone and shows me a photo of me and the company I work for newest client out to dinner. “Is this why you left me? For this piece of shit here?” “Sanzu what are you taking about he’s just a cli—.” “Don’t you fucking lie to me y/n! This was taken just last week and we only broke up two weeks ago!” “It was a dinner meeting. He is a new client of the company and I was the only one able to go.”
He just stares at me with those crazed eyes. I go to get up from the floor and he grabs a handful of my hair and drags me to my living room. I scream at the pain and the feeling of being dragged by my hair. He throws me down on the floor and when I turn around I’m met with his gun in my face. Panic sets in and I begin to freak out. He has a silencer on it so I know he’s not messing around. “Sanzu why do you have your gun and why are you pointing it at me?” I ask in a shaky voice. “You want to be a whore and fuck other guys behind my back huh. I’m going to show you how whores get treated then.”
He squats down in front me all while still pointing the gun to my head. “Take your shirt off.” I look at him trying to keep myself together. “What? Why do you want me to take my shirt off Sanzu?” “Take your shirt off. I’m not going to ask again.” I don’t know what possessed me to be brave in this moment but I end up telling him no. I hear the gun go off and scream. I duck my head down and begin to shake. I hear Sanzu laugh and I look up. I begin looking all over my body for a gunshot wound but don’t see one. I look behind me and see my vase is shattered on the floor. “Next time I won’t miss. Now do as your told.”
With shaky hands I begin taking my robe off then my shirt. I didn’t have a bra on so my bare chest was out. I quickly cover myself with my hands. “Now your shorts and panties.” I’m about to tell him go fuck off but then remember the gun. I stand up and pull down my shorts and panties and kick them to the side. I’m now standing naked in my living room with a gun pointed at me scared of what he will ask of me next. “Get on your knees.” I kneel down and stay there for a while. He just stares at me and I glance at his groin area and see he is hard. Is he really getting off at doing this to me. Hurting and embarrassing me.
“Look Sanzu I know the picture looks like something it’s not. And I’m sorry if I hurt you by that but don’t you think this is going to far. I’ve learned my lesson so please stop.” I know he is jealous but this is going overboard. He walks up to me and places his hand against my cheek. He then moves his hand from my cheek to my chin to lift my head and I lock eyes with him. “If you think this is enough for me to forgive you think again. I’m taking you back tonight whether you like it or not. You belong to me. No matter if we’re broken up. You don’t get to walk away from me like you did and find love with someone else.” My heart sank at his words and what he meant behind his words. He’s going to force himself onto me. I close my eyes and begin to cry. I started to shake even more from the fear of Sanzu hurting me. I know what he’s capable of and never would have thought I would ever be receiving any of this from him.
I hear the sound of his belt buckle clink and his pants zipper open. I open my eyes to see he has pulled his pants and boxers down. He grabs his cock and leds it to my face. “Suck or I’ll blow your brains out.” He says as he clicks the gun and points it to my head. With a shaky hand I grab hold of his cock and start to stroke it like he likes. I then lick his tip a couple times with my tongue and then I put it in my mouth. When I put the head in my mouth Sanzu thrust his full length into my mouth and down my throat. He holds my head so I can’t move and I begin to gag at the feeling of him forced down my throat like this. I begin slapping and punching hit thigh but it’s no use. He’s not letting go. After a minute or so he lets my head go. I throw my self back and cough and gasp for air. I have spit all around my mouth from gagging and I wipe it with the back of my hand. “If you thought this was going to be enjoyable for you think again. This is for me since you want to break my fucking heart and leave me for another guy. Maybe I should leave here and go to that fuckers house and kill him. Would you like that?”
The thought of someone being punished for something they didn’t do is not what I want to happen. I tell Sanzu that I don’t want that and if he is angry with anyone be angry with me for leaving him. For breaking his heart after 2 years of dating. He leans down and pulls his pants and boxers back up then grabs me by the hair again and yanks me up to stand. He drags me to my bedroom and I already know what is waiting for me when we reach the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom he slams the door shut and makes his way to my bed. He throws me on the floor while he takes a seat on the edge of my bed. He pulls his cock back out and tells me to get to work. I crawl over to him and grab his cock with trembling hands and start to suck it. He places his hand on the back of my head to make me go deeper with his cock in my mouth. I try hard not to gag but it’s no use. The constant feeling of him being down my throat has me gagging and drooling. He then starts to thrust into my mouth reaching deep into my throat. I can tell he is getting close by how sloppy his thrusts are becoming. Then I feel it. The warm liquid coating my throat.
He pulls out of my mouth but not without telling me first don’t spill a drop or he will blow my brains out. I swallow the warm salty liquid and open my mouth after to show him it’s all gone. He just smiles and tells me to get up. I stand up and he pulls me onto the bed. He hovers over me and then spreads my legs. Without any warning or preparation he thrust his cock into me. I scream at the feeling of being stretch out like this with no preparation or warning. He doesn’t give me time to adjust either before he’s plowing into me at a fast pace. I’m sobbing at this point because of the pain and hurt he is causing me. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.
He continues to thrust into me at a fast pace not slowing down in the slightest. I know when Sanzu is high off his ass he can go for a while. I know I’m going to have to endure this for a while and it has me sobbing even more. He leans down and puts his face in the crook of my neck where he bites down hard. I scream at the feeling and he doesn’t stop. He just releases and bites me again in a different spot pulling another scream from me. He continues to thrust at a fast pace and I don’t think my body can take anymore of this. The pain I feel between my legs is killing me.
He then stops and pulls out of me. He flips me over on all fours and then thrust back into me. I then feel that sting on my ass cheek from him just slapping it. I scream at the pain and he just laughs. “I want to hear you count out loud you whore.” I say in between shaky sobbing breaths “one”. Another harsh slap to the ass. “Two.” Then another. “Three.” After the fifteenth slap he tells me he’s done. I’m a sobbing mess at this point. The pain radiating from my ass combined with the pain coming from in between my legs is unimaginable. I start to beg Sanzu to please stop. That I’ll get back with him. That we can talk this out but the drugs and alcohol in his system have him to far gone.
We continue this for what feels like forever. He’s cummed three times already and just when I feel like he’s done he pushes me even farther. I’m filled and dripping with his cum now. Getting pushed further into me with every thrust. He continues to go at a fast pace not giving me any time to catch my breath. I can tell he is close again when his thrust become sloppy and there it was. He cums his fourth load into me. He pulls out of me and my body collapses onto the bed. He throws himself onto the bed next to me and he is out of breath. I try to scoot away from him and he grabs hold of my arm and squeezes it tight. I don’t have any energy left in me to fight him or even scream at this point so I just stop and let him grab me. He leans up on his other arm and stares at me with that crazed look in his eyes.
“Where do you think your going?” “No where Sanzu. I was just stretching that’s all.” I say weakly. He legs go of my arm and gets up from the bed. He goes into the bathroom and I can hear him looking in my cabinets. I then hear the sound of water running and then stop. He walks back into the room and tells me to spread my legs. I do as I’m told and spread my legs. He leans down and begins wiping me down with a wet wash cloth. I begin to cry again because how could he have just treated me like a rag doll five minutes ago to now cleaning me up acting all nice and innocent. When he’s finished wiping me down he kisses my leg and walks back to the bathroom to pick up the dirty wash cloth. When he gets back into the room he lays in my bed and tells me to come here. I scoot over towards him and he grabs me and pulls me against his chest holding me tightly in his arms.
He begins rubbing my back and the tears won’t stop. Why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden. Why is he playing mind games with me like this. “Hope you’ve learned your lesson because if I ever have to do this again I’ll kill you when I’m finished.” The thought of him actually going through with his threat scares me because I know he is a man of his word. I’m so exhausted that I begin to fall asleep in his arms. It’s weird to think about the one place I used to feel safe is now where I’m most terrified to be. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and end up falling asleep even though I’m scared of what he may try next.
When I wake up I see the bed is empty. I begin to relax thinking Sanzu has left but then I hear the shower in the bathroom running. Panic sets in all over again and memories of last night flood my brain. I lean over to get out of bed and stop when I see my thighs. They are covered in bruises. I begin to tremble and go to get out of bed. I walk over to the full length mirror I have up against the wall by my closet and see the bruises and marks all over my legs, hips, chest, and neck. I look like hell. I begin to tear up at the thought of him ever doing this to me again and experiencing what I went through last night again. By now the drugs and alcohol should be out of his system so maybe I can talk to him while he’s sober and make him understand this is not normal or ok.
I walk back to the bed and wait for him to finish up in the bathroom. When I hear the water turn off and the shower door open my heart sinks to my stomach. All because of last night I now have a new fear that I never would have thought I would ever have. It’s of Sanzu. The fear he will do what he did last night to me again this morning or ever again. The thought of us back together but not in a way I would have liked it to be. The thought and fear of him ever putting his hands on me like that ever again. The thought of all the mental, emotional, and now physical abuse I will have to endure just because of one misunderstanding. All of it is to much to handle and I begin to tremble again.
He walks out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. He sees me sitting on the bed wrapped up in the sheets trembling and wide eyed. He walks over to my side of the bed and sits in front of me. He reaches his hand out to touch my face and I flinch. He retracts his hand and I look at him. He puts his head down and stares at his hands for a while. “You don’t have to be scared of me. Last night was—crazy. If you wouldn’t have gone out with that guy that night none of this would have happened. I still love you y/n and seeing you with another man pissed me off. So please get back with me and stay by my side.” The urge to tell Sanzu no and to fuck off is so strong but my fear of him is stronger. What he did last night was him under the influence of alcohol and drugs but what’s not to say he would do it while sober the next time he misunderstands a situation or gets mad or gets jealous. I stay quiet for a while not answering him. He looks at me and stares at me with those sorry puppy eyes he used to do when we would get in an argument and he wanted me to forgive him. He knows it works and knows how to reel me in to say yes to him. Besides I’m to scared to tell him no.
With a shaky voice I tell him yes I will get back together with him. He smiles so big that it stretches his scars on each side of his mouth. I used to think it was cute the way his scars would stretch when he would smile like that but now I can’t stand it. He goes to grab my arm and i flinch again but this time he grabs hold of it. He gently pulls me over to him and into his lap and hugs me softly. I’m shaking in his arms scared of him. He places his hand on my chin and turns my head to look up at him. He leans in and kisses me on the lips. The feeling of his lips on mine make me want to cry. I don’t want this. He stops kissing me and leans my head against his chest and places his head on mine. I start to silently cry. He realizes I’m crying and rubs gentle little circles on my arm over the bruise that has now formed. “It’s ok y/n. You don’t have to cry anymore. I’m not going to punish you anymore. Just remember though what i said last night. There is no leaving me. If you decided to leave me again I’ll be forced to do something i don’t want to do.” I start to sob in his lap now at his words and how he has twisted this all on me.
I hate the way he is forcing me into this relationship and has no problem with doing so. I hate the way I will forever have to walk on egg shells around him to avoid his retaliation if I make him mad or jealous. I hate this situation I’ve been put in and I don’t see a way out. This is not what love is. This is what hell is like.