Chapter 1

“Jen? Jenny? Are you in there?” Jay’s head poked around the bedroom door and Jen sat up sharply. “There you are baby! When I couldn’t find you in the living room, I was confused. You never go to bed this early without me. I thought you had left me.”

“No, I’m still here. I just felt a bit tired,” Jen tried to smile at her husband, but he didn’t notice in the half light.

“Oh, wow. What a pretty nightgown, is it new?” Jay slurred. He was drunk. Jen knew that this could go either way. He could be so drunk that he would just collapse before he got to the bed, or he could get over excited and nearly kill her.

“Where are your clothes?” Jen had noticed that he was naked save a pendant that he never took off. “Did the guys tie you up again?”

“Bath. Are you goanna get up, or just lie there and stare? Lazy bitch,” he stage-whispered the last bit, then giggled.

Jen rose from the bed with unconscious grace that turned him on as he saw that the nightgown was shorter than her usual ones, and showed off her long legs to perfection. By the time she had reached him, his need for her had risen until he could hardly bare it. He ripped the nightgown down the front to expose her breasts which he roughly chafed and squeezed.

Jen knew that he would take her right there on the floor if she didn’t lead him back to the bed now. “Come to bed Jay,” she murmured sensually to him and he followed her over and pushed her down.

Jay lay down over her and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Then he wriggled down so his head was over her scarred breasts which were still full and round, despite all the damage. He ripped open a wound with his teeth and she screamed on pain. He licked the blood that ran from the gash and made another on the other side. Jay repeated this many times all over her torso and she felt pain like never before when he entered her.

Jay was turned on by violence, and frequently used it on his wife, ripping her skin open with his teeth and tasting her blood, or simply beating and raping her. Jen loved him anyway, and no other man except her father and his friends had slept with her, and compared to them, Jay was as gentle as a fly.

Jen had been brought up in a house where the women did what they were told without question or objection, even if it involved harming themselves for the men’s pleasure. Her mother had died of an infection that was hidden from the doctors, but Jen had been cleverer. She went to a cheap private doctor whose prices were low and who never asked questions.

Jen felt dirty and went for a shower to cleanse the wounds. The warm water flowed over her and she almost felt as if it was washing all of her troubles away, until she heard the snores coming from the bedroom and she was thrown back to Earth.