Rosaline’s POV

“Come here you fucking bitch,” Mark screamed at me. I was so confused and frightened. Why would Mark sing such a terrifying version of beginning of ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’? He hates rock and almost everyone who is involved with that genre of music!

I turned around in his grip, examining his eyes, looking for a motive behind his actions. His gorgeous face remained blank; then it dawned on me. There is only one other person that I know of looks like Mark’s twin and knows one of my husband’s band’s songs by heart: Matt.

That’s why the lyrics from the song seemed to roll off of his tongue as if he’s been singing them his whole life. Then I remembered the lyrics, the lyrics that implied that he was gonna kill me. But why would he do such a thing?! I have done nothing wrong in his gorgeous eyes! Unless he somehow knows about—

Oh god! No! This can’t be! Mark and I have only spoken about our affair behind closed doors! This is just some sick, twisted fucking joke Mark is playing on me! But I have to make sure. “Matt?”

One side of the lips of the beautiful man before me curled upward the same time I tore the black mask off of his face. The dimples in both cheeks screamed the truth at me, the undeniable truth that this man, my faithful husband, had knowledge of the only secret I wanted to take to the grave. The feeling of dread quickly grew in the bottom of my stomach and in my heart. I tried to push him away from me while tears stung my eyes.

The next thing I know, there is a ‘click’, then Matt and I falling through the air as I hear nothing but my own ear-piercing scream. Immediately afterwards, everything goes black.

I wake up with a start. My eyes snap open and attempt to adjust to the darkness. I relax once I realize that I’m in my hotel bed, and I just experienced a horrible nightmare after my last show; tomorrow I’m gonna go home to California and relax a few weeks before my loving husband comes home from tour along with our best friends.

I move to turn on the lamp on the nightstand beside me but I can’t. A thick, itchy rope restrains my hands above my head; I move my ankles and I noticed that they tied at either side of the bed. I whimper in fear of my possible untimely and painful death at the hands of some fucking manic.

“You’re awake,” my head snaps in the direction of the voice, which is to the right of me. I hear steps that are slow and deliberate. There is a small click and then a whirling noise; I watched in awe as the thing that blocked out all light, a thick, black velvet curtain, gracefully rose to the ceiling.

In the new lighting, which was between dim and regular lighting, I observed that I was obviously not in my hotel room but in the old dressing room at the theater that was located in the basement; it was soundproof for some reason. I was restrained to the old bed used in the play; the foot of the bed was in the shape of a very detailed dove, the sides were the very detailed wings of the dove which circled backward around the middle of the bed that resembles the inside of a sea shell and the whole thing was a metallic grey color. The coolness of the blood red satin sheets I laid on was comforting; the face of the man standing at the foot of the bed wasn’t. So my nightmare wasn't fiction after all. He slowly took a step to the side gesturing behind him as he spoke, “Wait, before you make this about you, we have a guest,”

“Mark!” I squeaked. At the sound of voice, an unconscious Mark slowly came to; he was tied to a heavy iron gate that was temporarily used in the play. Matt smirked at me, dimples appearing, before he turned his gaze to Mark.

“This is indeed an unparalleled delight. I had rather hoped that you would come to. And now my wish comes true. You have truly made my night,” Matt sneered as Mark took in his surroundings. Mark’s eyes, eyes that were filled with love, settled on me; then he looked up at Matt and his eyes filled with desperation and anger.

“Free her!” Mark screamed,” Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?” His chest heaved slightly with the amount of air he used to reach the volume he used. Matt turned to me with his famous dimpled smirk.

“Your lover makes a passionate plea,” he stated dryly. Tears began to sting my eyes; Mark began struggling against his restraints.

“Please, Mark, it’s useless.” I pleaded with my voice cracking, referring to trying to compromise with Matt and attempting to free himself.

“I love her! Does that mean nothing?! I fucking love her! Show some compassion!” Now Mark’s chest was rising and falling rapidly since he yelled at the top of his lungs, desperation dripping from every word.

“Rosaline showed no fucking compassion to me!” Matt snarled furiously as he slowly turned to face me fully. “Now Mark, you must watch as I fucking ravish dear Rosaline and make her scream.”

I whimpered and began thrashing about on the bed. Pain radiated through my wrists and ankles as the ropes commenced tearing my skin in those areas. Matt stalked towards as he started removing his clothing. The bulge in the front of his pants was very prominent.

Matt’s POV

After I stripped down to nothing, I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself between my wife’s thighs; Rosaline really thrashed around much like a fish out of water. Mark was pleading pathetically in the background but I paid him no fucking mind at all.

Smirking, I decided to skip the foreplay I originally planned for and I grasped the top of her thin costume in my fists. A second later, Rosaline lay on the remains of her torn costume, she froze and blinked several times clearly shocked by my actions. I used this time to my advantage, I slammed my already harden dick deep into Rose making her scream out in agony; she never got use to my incredible size despite all the time with had sex in the ten fucking years we’ve been married.

Her eyes were set on Mark as tears streamed down her the sides of her face as I gave her no fucking time to get adjusted to me. I immediately began pounding into her a fast and rough pace; Rose writhed beneath me as she bit her bottom lip to contain her screams. “Don’t hold it Rose, show Mark who the fuck really owns you,”

She bit down her bottom lip harder, drawing blood. I growled and my hand flew to her neck as the other remained on the bed to hold me up. Her eyes finally connected with mine, I saw nothing but dread and suffering and I have to admit it turned me on even fucking more. I gave her soft throat a hard squeeze, completely closing her airways for few seconds. Then I loosened my grip, “I fucking said scream, bitch. You know I make you wanna scream! You know I make you wanna run from me baby!”

I released Rosaline’s neck completely but she still didn’t fucking scream for me; I grabbed a fistful of her wavy, brownish-orange hair as I removed my dick from pussy completely. She sighed in relief but her relief was very short lived. Simultaneously, slammed back into her entirely and pulled hair roughly. Rosaline’s head snapped back as a satisfying, bloodcurdling scream escaped from between her plump fucking lips; it was way better than the scream she did for the fucking song.

Feeling accomplished, I smirked as big, fat tears streamed from her chocolate brown eyes while I fucked her mercilessly. Both of my hands moved to her breasts, I squeezed hard while the woman I used to love cried in torture. I groaned as I thought of a way to change things up real quick. The one of the most sadistic fucking ideas popped into my mind a second later.

I pulled out of Rose abruptly, she didn’t sigh in relief this time as she probably understood that I would be quite finished with her until I reached my climax. I slowly climbed up until I straddled her chest, “Open your fucking mouth.”

She hesitantly obeyed, pleading with her eyes; she never really liked sucking my dick but she greedily sucked Mark’s. As soon as she opened her mouth fully, I grabbed onto the head of the bed before I stuffed my dick down her fucking throat, making her choke. I continued to roughly fuck her throat as she cried even more.

Once my dick was covered with a thick layer of her salvia, I scooted back down her body to give her room for what she had to do next. “Get on your fucking hands and knees you filthy bitch!”

My loud demand made her jump, but nevertheless she flipped over on her stomach, crossing her arms. I moved up right behind her; I looked back at Mark for the first time since I began raping Rose to see that he had tears in his eyes. I guess he really loved his fucking whore, but too bad that love is gonna go to waste soon. I positioned myself at Rose’s entrance, well exit, with a smirk; she leaned forward as she understood what was to happen next.

“Please!” she shouted; her voice cracking as she sobbed heavily.

“You get no fucking compassion,” I growled. My hands clasped onto her hips roughly, she whispered desperate, useless pleads, as did her lover. I shook my head at their foolishness.

Without a much needed warning on Rosaline’s part, I slammed into her ass; another bloodcurdling fucking scream was liberated from my wife when my dick disappeared in her asshole making her back arch like I fucking never seen before. I groaned at the un-fucking-believable feeling of pleasure I got and for a split-second I wondered why I never suggested this during sex; oh yeah, it actually fucking mattered to me if I hurt her.

She screamed louder every single fucking time I harshly buried myself in her fucking ass; the inadequate pleas Mark made were almost drowned out. That familiar ball of pleasure quickly developed in the pit of my stomach as my thrusts got sloppier by the second. “Please stop! I’ll do anything! Anything you fucking ask!”

Immediately, I pulled out of Rose, who then curled into herself as best she could, and turned to Mark. I smirked as I realized my plan was really gonna fucking work. I got off of the bed, stretching down and snatching my boxers off the floor. After covering my erect dick, which was covered in fucking blood from Rose’s ass, I reached behind the bed and pulled out my sixteen gauge sawed-off, double barrel shotgun; I aimed the loaded weapon at Mark.

“I want you stick your dick in that whore’s bloody ass while you fatally slit her fucking throat. And if you try anything, I’ll shoot you in both of your arms and legs before I fucking shoot you in the dick. While you bleed to death I’ll make watch me as I fuck Rose in the ass and slit her throat. You don’t have to but either way, Rose is gonna fucking die tonight.”