She turned her back sideways away from him and placed her head on the flat pillow. She shut her eyes tight and pursed her lips. Different thoughts ran through her mind. She didn’t know whether to cry, but she could feel the heat on her face. She was so lost in her world that she didn’t hear when he asked her if she was okay.
He moved close to her and she could feel his hard penis pressed against her buttocks. He touched her tightly and put his face against her face. ‘Are you okay,’ he asked again. ‘Yes, I am,’ she lied.
He brought his hand to her left breast, but she brushed it away. I am tired, she said. He put his hand back, this time touching her nipple in a circular motion. Please, he entreated, I want to make love to you. she said nothing as she let a lone tear fall. She moved her body and put her head turned down on the pillow. She felt suffocated but she stayed like that.
Her body was positioned in a way that he had no access to her breasts. He was relentless. He pulled at her trouser and pant. She tried to stop him by holding his hands, but the more she tried, the harder he held on and exerted force on her. She was tired. ‘You are strong,’ he barked at her. Her lips remained sealed as she thought to herself that she had to fight. She had a strong reason to.
He came on top of her and with force, he pulled down her trousers and pant and tried to pat open her legs. She fought to keep them closely kept together. ‘Please,’ she said, ‘you are pinning me down and hurting me. Please, stop it.’ She begged desperately.
‘Please,’ he also begged, successfully pulling her legs apart. He inserted himself inside her and kept saying he would stop. He turned her body so her back was flat on the bed. He raised up her top and pulled her bra with his hand. He put his mouth on her right breast and caressed her left nipple. She was tired, but she still managed to tell him to stop. He raised his head slightly up and told her he liked her breasts. He put his mouth back on her right breast and later moved to the left one.
She laid lifeless. She was tired. He patted her legs and made a move to have sex with her. ‘Please, don’t do this. Please! You are violating me.’ She cried out. The tears ran freely, soaking her pillow. Her heart was broken. How could he do this to her, she thought. He went inside her and withdrew after he came. He stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. She laid lifeless, shutting her eyes firmly. Not again, this can’t keep happening. She said in tiny whispers to the cold room. He came out of the bathroom, walked to her and pecked her on her shut lips. ‘I am your husband. This is my right. I have a right to make love to you.’
She opened her eyes and stared at him. ‘Are you okay,’ he asked in a tone laced with concern. ‘Yes, I am.’ She lied again. She has been taught to keep quiet and act like her husband can do no wrong to her. Especially not this type of wrong. But there are times that it becomes too much and you just have to speak up.
‘No, actually. I am not okay.’ She sighed. ‘How can I be okay when you think being my husband gives you the right to violate me?’
Shocked, he sat up. ‘Violate?’ He asked, sweat breaking on his face.
‘Yes, violate.’ She said boldly. ‘You should never force yourself on me. Especially as my husband. This is not love. It’s domination. It’s betrayal of my trust in you. it is not love.’ She hissed and went to the bathroom to cry.
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