Lisa: Please stop!

She whispers as he drags her by her hair painfully so and tosses her. She clutches at her stomach in concern.

James: You want me to stop? I'll show you what you are, a slut, my tool.

He crouches down to her level and clasps her jaw with force making her face him.

Lisa: I-i'm sorry James, p-plea-

She couldn't finish her sentence as his fist connected with her jaw, the taste of blood invades her mouth. He pulls her to her feet, he backslaps her across the face and letting her fall on her face. The pain is sharper than the words at this point. He kicks her aiming for her stomach but she rolls over and his foot connects with her back, she clutches her eyes shut as the pain hits her.

The tears are falling more and more uncontrollably now, no matter what she does, where she goes, he always manages to find her and each time the punishment is worse than last time. This time she's not scared for her life, but she's scared for her child's life that's she's carrying. The tears are for her child. He doesn't know and she plans to keep it that way until she finds a way to escape again, except for good this time.

James: You can never leave me love. I'll always find you, now be a good girl and take off your clothes.

She curls up in a corner, she tries to hide her stomach and her face. She shakes her head, wrong move. Disobeying him meant asking for pain. But what could she do, how long could she do as he says. It was not easy to live her life, but ending it wasn't an option either.

James: Aish.

He mutter ever so lowly but venomously so. Making her gulp in fear of what's to come next.

James: I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKEN CLOTHES OFF, ARE YOU FUCKEN DEAF???

He shouts moving towards her slowly, she shakes at his movements, knowing exactly that he'll force it out of her.

Lisa: N-no, please just let me go, I promise I won't go to the police, I haven't gone to the police all this time why would I...

James: Shut up, shut the fuck up!

She shuts up, she's shaking and horrified at the sight of her husband, she never loved him not even once. I mean why would she love a man twice her age, she's fucken 19, yet she was already married off to a monster.

James crouches in front of her, taking out a pocket knife and running it down her face to her clothes. She shivers at the cold metal against her body, oh how she wishes her father was still alive, he'd never allow her baby girl to marry such a man, heck he'd never allow her to marry at such a young age.

James: You've grown some balls huh? You disobey me now, is that it?

She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly. James starts ripping her top with the knife, leaving her in a bra. Her hands instinctively go to her stomach in a protective manner, she may have been raped and got pregnant against her wishes but she was not cruel enough to hate the baby that didn't do anything, if anything she loved her unborn child, it gave her hope and strength to fight for it, stay alive for it. So she can make sure it gets a better life than she ever had.

James: Well then, take off everything before I do it for you, and we both know that won't end well for you now will it?

She gets up reluctantly and starts to take off her pants, she's in her bra and panties. She takes them off leaving her naked. The silence in the room deafening, only her sniffles are heard as tears stroll down her cheeks dripping from her chin. She was thankful that her stomach wasn't showing yet. Just a month pregnant.

James: Still looking beautiful as ever, my black diamond. Your skin still captivates me till today. Oh and those eyes, I don't like it when you cry, it hurts me so much, stop fucken crying.

The nerve of this old man, she was disgusted by his shameful looks, he scanned her from head to toe, something she was used to by now. His fingers exploring her body like a predator preying. She closes her eyes, a disdain shiver runs through her spine.

James: Hm hm hm... Baby, I can't get enough of you, of this. Make Daddy happy and lie on the bed with your legs spread.

Well this was new to her, he'd always just hit her or fuck her till he had enough and she'd stay there for hours, then take a shower for hours, crying and hugging her body, it has been her life since she got married to James Dube, a wealthy arrogant man, her mother sold her to. Yeah her own mother sold her to some rich man, after her father died at the age of 17. The first two years were not that bad.

He'd been sweet, but she'd been bitter, she hated him. She hated the whole world, her mother for not being a good parent and for being greedy to a point of selling her own blood, her father for leaving her, herself for being weak. For allowing this to happen to her. She hated James for his weakling evil self, a man so despicable. Eventually James had enough of her and started showing his true colors.

He would beat her everyday, she refused to sleep with a man twice her age, a man she didn't love, so he forced himself on her, taking her virginity against her will. She had cried and cried and slept on the floor that night. It was a miracle that she only got pregnant now, but she was on pills, so she didn't get pregnant.

This time, she forgot her pills and she got pregnant, she ran away from him, taking his money and staying from one hotel to another whenever he seemed to be catching up with her. Until he found her just like all the other few times she had tried to run away from him. No doubt that James Dube was a dangerous man, he used his influence to make people do what he wants.

She does as instructed, James takes off his clothes and starts molesting her, it's rough, it's painful and she feels numb, after he's done. He wears his clothes and leaves the room.

She drags her sore body and vagina to the bathroom. She runs the shower, and she stands there, emotionless as the water runs down her body, feeling her body give out on her she falls on the hard concrete floor. Memories of him on top of her, the first few times, as she cried and begged for him to stop but he just went on and damaged her.

She doesn't cry. No this time, she scrabbs her body. Feeling disgusted and hopeless. After she's done, she gets out and wears her night gown. Looking at herself in the mirror, her neck is bruised from the choking and she has a hand print from the slap. Thankful for her dark skin, it's not that visible, only if you look close enough, will you be able to notice it. Her lower lip is busted from the slap too.

James waltz through the door and heads to the bathroom, he showers and comes out. He gets dressed in a suit and stands at the door, looking at her as she pretends to be asleep, looking the other side, her back facing him.

A few minutes later, the sound of laughter fills the house. James and his client are conversing downstairs about business, legit business. Getting agitated, Lisa opens the door slowly and peeps outside, she looks both sides in the long passage. When she sees no threat she gets out and stands just above the railings of the stairs, careful enough to not be seen.

She couldn't hear anything, but she heard a mans voice that wasn't James. She doesn't even know why she came out of her room. Maybe she was hoping that someone helps her but why would they do that. They were just as bad as him in her eyes. Ruthless and cruel.

Snakes: You know, eavesdropping on people isn't nice.

Lisa gets startled as she turns around clasping a hand on her chest. She looks at the man in front of her wide eyed. He also looks at her, recognition falling on him. Those grey eyes, he could never forget those eyes, they've taunted him ever since that day he saw her at the hotel. His lips part slightly.

Snakes: We meet again.

Lisa: W-what are you doing here?

She looks downstairs for a second before hiding behind the wall.

Snakes: That doesn't matter, but what are you doing here?

He notices her small act. But pays no mind into it.

Lisa: I live here.

Snakes: You look scared, do I scare you?

Lisa: I don't know you.

Snakes: More reasons to fear me is it not.

He tells that she was scared but not of him. Only then he noticed the bruises on her face and neck. It didn't take rocket science to know what was going on.

Snakes: Are you waiting for him to kill you, or are you just hoping he'll change?

She stands there just staring at him, confused as to what did he mean by that. He also looks confused, why did he say that to her. James comes and Lisa's heart beats faster than ever.

James: Ahh Mndeni! I was wondering if you had gotten lost.

Snakes: I was wondering the same thing.

James looks at him confused, Lisa just gapes at him, as he stares back. James clears his throat.

James: Shall we?

Snakes: After you Dube.

James: Ahh I also see you've met my lovely wife.

He sneaks his hand to her lower back and she winces at his touch. Who nods with a frightened look. Snakes follows his movement and his jaw clenches when he notices the fear in her. He couldn't understand women who stayed in such situations. Were they having a blast, being a fucken punching bag? Was it fun for them.

Snakes: Let her join us, would you.

Lisa snaps her head up to look at this man who's digging up her grave. He puts his hands in his pockets as he wears a suit with no tie, two buttons undone.

James: Oh I don't think that's necessary now, she needs to rest.

Snakes: If I didn't know better, I'd say you hiding her Dube.

James chuckles lightly as he looks nervous, Snakes was an intimidating man. And everything he said always had a double meaning.

James: Come on then, are you going to change?

Lisa shakes her head and they head downstairs. One of James other clients. Langa, he stands up.

James: Sorry about that.

Langa: No problem Dube, I have to run, family emergency, Snakes, we'll go through this some time yeah?

Snakes nods and Mr Langa leaves.

An hour later, a very uncomfortable hour for Lisa, with Snakes gazing at her the whole time. He smirks when she steals a glances at him for the hundredth time. The gentlemen get up and shake hands. Lisa goes to the kitchen leaving the men alone. She takes out a bottle of water because for some reason, she had become dehydrated.

She feels a hand on her lower back and her breath hitches. She gulps because she knows that those hands snaking around her waist, pulling her to a hard body from behind aren't her husbands. She turns around and looks up at him.

Lisa: W-what a-re you...what are y-you doing?

She stutters as he pulls her even closer to him. Balancing herself, she puts her hands on his shoulders while looking up at him as he smirks seeing how flustered she looks but he doesn't miss the fear in those grey eyes that leave him speechless everytime he looks at them.

Snakes: I'll come back for you.

Lisa can't even respond as he kisses her, she kisses him back. Some pull she has to him when he kissed her. A feeling she couldn't explain when her eyes shut close. But she pulls away almost immediately, she pushes him away. She can't believe she just kissed another man who isn't James in their home. She doesn't even know him. He smirks and grazes his finger on his lips while looking at her.

Snakes: Next time I kiss you, you won't be pulling back.

With that he leaves the kitchen.

'What the hell just happened?'

She thinks.