Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride

Sto

uage. Her fingers shook as she tried to tell him to stop, but Diro co

ee years. Three whole years of this, and her heart still beat

lived in this fancy house, married to one of the most powerfu

iro said in a mean voice. "Open your mou

properly. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew she couldn't speak, couldn't scr

Diro. Pl

oking. He never lo

ily. You know I'm mute, so you just do whatever you want. When wil

ody knuckles from fighting Tommy Richardson, who had pushed Beverly in the mud

," teenage Diro had s

re was the man who used to lo

dding day three years ago when this cold

er felt sorry for you. If not for that, I wouldn't even touch you. I don't care about you. You know I don't

already loved him then, a

rt animal. Moving her body away was the only way she

ust. "Just lie there like y

a small, broken sound. Something inside her chest cracked - n

him slam the bathroom door so hard the whole room shook. Only the

there staring at the ceiling, wondering

e and felt li

cal. She moved like a ghost through their fancy bedroom. The morning sunlight

when sh

nightstand, showing a mess

weet date last night. When are you going to love me like you

ds. She caught it just in time, but the damag

te b

woman sleeping with her husband thought of he

room seemed to spin. The last bit of hop

hroom doo

of this life. Diro came out with steam around him, wearing only a towel. He was h

narrow when he saw

ee anything

k her head, lying easily. She had become goo

ound like he believed her

o get away from him. Behind her, she heard

eached for a pan. Tears came suddenly, hot and f

rough her palm. A sound came from her throat - ra

ran toward

-" can't you be

s, holding her burned hand against her c

er burn like she was just an object, not caring if he hurt her. Beverly watched his

was nothing the

other's birthday, and I don't want you looking like some hurt animal. Ma

, leaving her standing in the kitchen w

wondered if this was what dying felt like - not all at

ng for her. More shame. More pain. More proof that in

e in three years, Beverly wondered if maybe it was time