Cold State Line

Two Years Ago

It had been a long day. All I'd done was work Snap so hard. He was my new horse, and he was okay. He wasn't like Mayweather who had been a beautiful mare. But Mayweahter was pregnant, and I needed to train.

I didn't want to go home either. Clay had only gotten worse. His drinking had increased and he was beginning to take his frustrations out on me. We were failing as a couple, and I really wanted to break up with him. My fear was that would send him over the edge.

Carefully, I opened the door to our place. It reeked of whiskey and man stink. He didn't clean up after himself and I was tired of taking care of him. I didn't sign up to be a man's mother. If he couldn't clean or cook for himself, he was slightly worthless in my opinion.

Clay was standing at the counter, shirtless and drinking straight from the bottle. I felt the bad emotions well up. I was terrified of what he was going to do. What if he went further than he had last month?

"Where you been, darling?" He turned to face me with his bloodshot eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat.

"You know I was at training. I have to work a new horse, Clay." I tried to go around him to our bedroom but his hand gripped my upper arm. It was too tight, like he was trying to make me hurt.

Clay's eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down. His hand moved from my arm to my throat and squeezed. Panic pulsed through my body, and I tried to push away from him. He only tightened his grip and pulled me toward him.

"You belong to me, darling."

He moved his hand to my hair and pulled hard. My head snapped a bit as he started to drag me to our bedroom. Panic raced through my body as I started to try to get away. Clay laughed as he threw me onto the bed.

"I'll show you exactly what that means, darling." Clay ripped my shirt open and pulled my jeans off. My bra and panties were literally torn from my body as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. He didn't even bother to remove the rest of his clothes.

I knew what he was going to do, but it was like I couldn't move. I was frozen, watching it happen from afar. I was screaming at myself to do something, but my body wouldn't react. It was like it was all happening in slow motion, as he pushed inside of me and held my throat. Tears streamed down my face as his thrusts became harder and started to hurt more. He slapped me when I sobbed. Everything in me tried to move, but I couldn't do it.
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"You are mine, darling," he said as he put himself back in his jeans. "Don't you forget that."

I curled into the fetal position as he left. How was I ever supposed to feel whole again?

Notes

Sorry it's short, I promise the next few will be long. And also SORRY FOR THE CONTENT! Clay is an evil guy and I have to really show how he is.

Comments?

Again, super sorry for this.