My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 23

"Didn't I tell you to moan like a whore!?"

"Y-yes y-you did."

"Then why the HELL did you not obey me, slut?!"

She lies on the hardwood floor feeling how every kick and every punch that rains over her

already bruised body slowly turns into some form of numbness, but she can still feel which is

unfortunate. Hopefully he follows his usual pattern and keeps at it until she passes out from

everything.

"Don't you dare pass out on me now, you fucking useless excuse for a woman. You still have

work to finish and this time you will not only moan but also scream in pleasure. Do you hear me

WHORE?!"

"Please..."

Another hard fist connected to her ribs with a painful force.

"Only time you get to say please is when you’re either getting fucked or have a dick in your

face."

He grabs a fist full of hair, as per usual, and pulls placing her in a standing position. With rage

filled determination he begins dragging her towards the bathroom where a tub filled with ice

was waiting for her. No no no no was all she could think of as panic started to spread

throughout her entire body. How she hated everything including herself for being so weak.

Maybe Elmir was right about her being useless?

"Bath time, bitch."

With that said he shoves her into the ice filled tub harshly and holds firmly around her throat to

keep her down. Using his free hand, he scopes up some ice and roughly starts rubbing them

against her sore and bruised skin as if they were a sponge. To say it hurt would be an

understatement. Big tears kept streaming down her face but dared not make any sounds.

"Do what you do best and spread those legs for me, cunt"

"Thank you my love" she manages to croak out.

Seemingly happy with her response he pats her head approvingly and stands up to get a towel

for his hands which he throws in a hamper afterwards to be washed later.

"How's it going with the ice, melted yet?"

Not waiting for her to respond he bends down and inserts two fingers.

"Stand up!"

Getting out of the tub was harder than she first thought with her body aching everywhere and

then chilled on top of it all. Knowing he will throw a fit she tries her best to hurry or else what

just happened will be like a walk in the park. The only thing she is thankful for is that he never

ever hits her in the face but it's not out of kindness he avoids it, no no, it's because no one is

willing to fuck someone who reminds them of Quasimodo. He also reminds her every day that

he doesn't want her to look uglier than she already is.