Beaten
Copyright© 2016 by Ahaz
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Karen is living with her violent husband. Her colleagues at work have begged her to seek help but Karen can still see the man that Richard once was and is sure he will return one day. Then one day she doesn't turn up for work.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian Caution Violence
I looked at my face in the mirror, no amount of make up would be able to cover the black eye and split lip Richard had given me last night. I did my best to cover the blue-black skin around my eye but it couldn’t disguise the swelling. I tried to put on some lipstick but the split in my lip just started bleeding again.
I sighed to my self and tried to dry a solitary tear without smudging my make up.
Back in the bedroom Richard was lying face down on the bed drooling on his pillow as he snored. I pulled the duvet over his sleeping form and kissed his forehead. I still loved him desperately and prayed that this time he would keep his promise to sort our problems out. I needed him so much it hurt, another ache to add to all the others he had given me. Since mum and dad died he was all I had, my world.
Pulling the night dress over my head I could see myself in the mirror. I tried not to wince as I saw the faint tinge off blue over my legs and chest. The left thigh hurt the most, he had kicked me as I lay on the bedroom floor curled into a ball and praying he would stop soon.
I stepped into a pair of knickers that really should have been headed for the bin and carefully eased them up my bruised legs. I had to gasp as I tried to put my bra on. I know my breasts were sore but the bra was too tight anyway and it squeezed the sore skin too much for me to be able wear it today. Well I didn’t even own another one so I would have to manage without today.
I pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and tee shirt covered by a roll neck pullover that would cover up most of the bruising. It’s funny Richard always used to say that he preferred to see me in a skirt and blouse but now he wanted me to wear jeans or trousers and long sleeved tops all the time to cover up the bruises, he hated being reminded of them.
Richard had come home drunk again last night. He had hauled me out of bed around one in the morning, screaming something about what a fat lazy bitch I was, he was going to teach me to be properly respectful.
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