Only You Sweetheart

Matt had already shifted himself into a better position, ignoring Charlotte’s protests.
“Please Matt I can’t, it hurts” her face expressed nothing but misery, tears drenched hees, es, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, kiss away the tears but being soft wasn’t the answer to this one.
“I don’t care, I don’t care if it hurts … you have no idea how much you hurt me every single day, you don’t care”
“I do care, but … but I don’t mean to do it and what your doing to me is… is far worse then what I’m doing to you”
“Well then you must just be the better person, now stop talking or I’ll make it worse” he couldn’t stand to hear her protest he knew he’d change his mind if she begged for long enough and he knew in the morning he’d be feeling guilty and want to make it up to her but she needed to feel pain, just like he was. So they were different types of pain but she’d still feel it.
He thrust into her and she cried out, begging him to stop.
She’s got to feel the pain.
He drove into her slow and hard, making the pain last longer, his face wasn’t smiling, his body was slightly shaking from the hurt of being so cruel to her but he continued to plunge into her.
The sooner she learnt, the easier it would be.
The sooner she learnt, the easier it would be.
The sooner she learnt, the easier it would be.
“I said stop talking” an even harder thrust with his hips stopped any noise coming from Charlotte’s mouth but the tears continued to run down her cheeks, she bit her lip in order to stop herself from crying out loud. The pain shot through her in pulses.
Matt noted the pained terrified expression sketched across his wife’s face. *His wife* he was her husband; he should be allowed to do what he liked with her. He knew that wasn’t at all true but it’s the type of things his mind would make him pretend to believe so that his actions didn’t appear so bad. But they were bad, he knew that. But he was in too deep and the longer he spent with her, the more he wanted her and the deeper in love he fell.
“Please … stop …” it was a small whimper that she didn’t mean to come out of her mouth but it did.
“I said fucking …” the last part of the sentence became absent as Matt felt convulsions of pleasure shoot through his body “Oh shit” he closed his eyes, his mouth was still slightly open and his body began to slightly tremble as the bolts of electricity pulsated through him. He moaned in pleasure and leant in to kiss Charlotte, punishment over.

Charlotte cried quietly to herself, the room had become dark as night had fallen and she dreaded making any such noise in case of waking the sleeping man lying on top of her, his head resting on her chest. Her legs ached still but the pain had dulled slightly as had the pain in between her legs. She could feel his warm breath on her chest as he slept; he seemed so sweet and innocent when he was asleep. How wrong appearances could be, how very very wrong.


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She hadn’t felt him climb off of her but Charlotte lay awake in the bedroom alone, she heard noises downstairs so he wasn’t far away. She didn’t reflect on the night before, even small reminisces brought tears to her eyes and the horrible fear induced stomach pains. He entered the room again and smiled at her guiltily, he was right. He felt horrible about the night before, he too was trying to block it from his memory but he had no doubt the same feelings of revenge and acts of punishments would escape into his mind the next time she made him angry.
“I ran you a bath darling, I even set out some breakfast fou iou in the bathroom, make…make it more relaxing yeah babe?” his voice reinforced the notion that he was feeling guilty. Charlotte hated herself for looking at him with sympathy and compassion, she could still feel that same small feeling inside of her begging to let him love her the way he wanted to, but she wouldn’t. Not now, not only did he not the the right, it had to be morally wrong, didn’t it? Why was she still feeling like this after everything that had happened? She should be wanting to hold her breath until she died in order to escape him, she should be hating him so much that his presence made her skin itch with absolute revoltion. And yes, if she had any such opportunity she would escape but 1. Would she turn him in? and 2. Would she miss him? No she wouldn’t, she couldn’t, once she was away from him she would realise how much she hated him.
She was lying to herself.

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Charlotte’s whole body tensed as she felt his naked body brush behind her as he got into the bath, she wasn’t expecting him to undress and get in as well, it reminded her of the first full day she had been held hostage by him, he had gotten in the bath with her then too. His hands ran over her back and kissed the top of it tenderly “Beautiful” he whispered softly in her ear, he felt her body shivering … or was it trembling?
“You smell really good” she felt soft kisses on her shoulders, every being inside of her was telling him he was evil so why still after everything he had done could he still make her feel special, because he does think your special Charlotte, he’s just not very good at showing it. Not very good was the understatement of the decade but still; things would be so much easier if she gave him a chance. Not that he deserved one. God she could scream, every thought she had contradicted the next one like some vicious cycle.
“What are you thinking” she felt his lips brush against her ear knocking her out of her thoughts “Nothing”
“I’d love to know what goes on inside that head of yours” she felt his mouth form into a smile; he kissed her head and then started to rub the soap into her arms and back. Charlotte closed her eyes and didn’t even protest, what was the point? Did she even want to?

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“Mrs Gellar we have had a lead on your daughter, a woman has stepped forward after seeing an article about your missing daughter. She says someone matched her description at a gas station a few miles east of here a few weeks back. She says she saw a gentleman in the care with her but she doesn’t really recall his appearance, she saw the article some time after seeing this woman so her memory is hazy but it is the first lead we have. Some police are going to investigate the area as we speak to get as much details from anyone in the area as possible. Please don’t get to hopeful but none the less, all news is good news.”
Damon and his mothers looked at the officer as he spoke, something told Damon it was Charlotte. He knew she wasn’t dead, he could feel it.