My only mistake was replying; I shouldn't have yelled back at Paul, but I was tired and burned out from work.
His eyes widen at my sudden outburst. He stood up from the chair and walked towards me.
It was like a predator walking towards his prey; his eyes were deadly, and I shuddered in fear.
"What this you just do?" He asked in a menacing tone.
"I...I am," I stated but I was abruptly cut off when Paul yanked my hair and threw me across the room.
I crashed into the table, and it broke, tearing my skin as I fell. Paul noticed this and came to his senses.
I screamed out in pain and tried to stop the blood. It wasn't a deep cut but it was bleeding.
"Oh, Lisa. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I don't know what came over me." He apologized.
I glared at him, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes.
"You know I love you and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" He asked, stroking my hair.
I didn't respond to him, I ignored him instead. Trying to stop his arm from bleeding.
When he noticed I didn't respond, he pulled my hair, turning my face towards him. I cried out in pain.
"You listen to me when I'm talking to you." He said, pulling harder.
"Please stop hurting me," I whispered
"Then answer me when I'm talking to you." He loosened his grip on my hair and stared at me.
"You know I love you, right?" He asked, and I nodded my head in response.
"You know I would do anything for you, right?" He asked again, stroking my face.
"Yes," I replied, turning my face into his palm. Seeking comfort in his touch.
"Then why do you make me hurt you? Why do you push me so hard till I hurt you?"
"I'm sorry." I apologized
"Are you? Are you really sorry? I don't like hurting you, it brings me so much pain seeing you like this but you won't stop frustrating me. Do you like it when I hurt you?"
"No, I'm sorry," I replied
"You little b**ch, you like it when I hurt you. It turns you on. You're a little w***e, I'll treat you like one." He said that, and he pulled my hair. Dragging me all the way to the sofa.
"Get on your knees," he ordered and I obeyed.
He sat on the sofa and I kneeled in front of him, blood dripping from my arm.
"Remove my belt."
I looked up at him, thinking he was joking. I was hoping he was kidding but there was no sign to confirm that so I unbuckled his belt while maintaining eye contact.
I stared at him, waiting for his next order but instead a slap landed on my face.
"Do I have to tell you everything? Do what you were born to do. S**k me off," he spat out.
I unzipped his pants and pulled it down slowly, ensuring I didn't break eye contact. I didn't want him to slap me again.