Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (best books to read for women .TXT) 📖

It was 12 in the midnight, when he reached home after his meeting. Gladly the company agreed to sign the contract with them and offered the project. After attending the official dinner with them, he returned home tired, but satisfied.
He went into the kitchen, drank water. To change into his night clothes and take a bath, he went upstairs to his room. There was no sound in the house. He opened the door and everything was calm. There was no sign of anyone except a lifeless body lying on the bed. 
She caught his eye and he took slow steps towards her. She was in the same position as he left her. Her hands tied and laid on her front. Her bare back clearly showing the wounds he gave her in evening. Although the clot was formed, but the blood was still there. 
He untied her hands and tried to turn her. Her eyes were covered in load of tears, soaking the bed. Her eyes were closed but she was hissing in pain. He stood up to get the first aid box from the bathroom cabinet. 
After soaking the wool in alcohol he lightly cleaned her wounds. With every touch she hissed more. 
He cleaned the blood and then applied the antiseptic. 
Her open hair were mess now. He lightly removed the strands from her face and tucked them aside on her right shoulder. With wipes he cleaned her face, and realized that she was awake but denied to open her eyes.

He filled the injection with pain killer and injected her in her right arm. It seemed like it was not a problem for him, and he did it before.
After this he covered her with the rug and went into bathroom to take a shower. 
The warm water hit his skin, and soothed his nerves. He kept thinking about it, what he did to her was right or wrong? He couldn't understand it. He punished so many people until now for their wreck less mistakes but never felt something like regret.

Since evening he was trying to ignore her, ignore his brutality, trying to ignore the feeling which could be characterized as regret. But at the end of the day, his heart still gave up. His heart blamed him for doing it, it was too Barbarous of him to do this to her.  She couldn't even move her body after it. He still couldn't forget, how she was hissing in pain and silently cried. The sight of her bare back covered in blood, her hands tied and she lying lifeless couldn't leave his eyes.

He never took out his rage on anyone, until it was their fault. And those who were at fault, he never forgave them. It was this why everyone obeyed him and feared him. 
His dominant personality always made people scared around him. The aura around him made people shiver in terror.

The women he ever fucked, never complained him for hurting them. Because they knew it will be no use. They were like his slaves. And slaves don't complain to their masters.

But somehow, hurting Ayleen provoked him more than necessary. Although he married her for his lust, Revenge, no feelings involved but still it shook his heart to saw her in this state.

He got out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his torso. 
As his eyes lay down on her, she was still in the same state.

He took out his pants and wore them, leaving his bare chest, from which the droplets of water were dripping like crystals.

He went downstairs in the kitchen. He pour a glass of juice while heated the dinner in oven. After placing them in tray, he headed towards his room.

He placed the tray on the bedside table and stared her for a moment. He lightly tapped her arm to wake her up. But she didn't move. He slightly made her turn and looked at her face. Fresh tears could be seen dripping from her swollen eyes.

"Sit up now" he told her in his authoritative tone.

"Don't touch me, just go away from me" she said in her low, shaky voice.

"I won't so you better listen to me and do what I say. You should know until now that what are the consequences of disobeying me" he tried to warn her.

"So you want to kill me now? Go right then, bring your gun and shoot my brains out. I'm not scared of you a bit." She spurted out suddenly, as his words didn't affected her anymore.

"I'll scare you then but for now listen to me and don't test my patience" he said controlling his anger.

"I said just go away from me, I don't need you. I don't want you to touch me, after doing your inhumane things, now what are you trying to prove?" She said as she tried to sat up and shook his hands away from her naked body. She pulled up the rugs to cover her chest, while her bare back touched the headboard of bed and it surprised her that she couldn't feel any pain. It more felt like numb. The tears in her eyes were glittering as they settled on the edge.

Watching her naked like that, twitched his groin and he cursed himself under his breath.

"Fuck!"

"Just eat it and I'll won't even spare you a glance. Don't flatter yourself that I care for you. What you did, you already received your punishment. I don't want you to die so eat it now" he said through gritted teeth into her face.

"Won't you be at peace if I die? Why do you even care about that?" She blurted out and provoked his nerves. The tears started to flow down her cheeks and faded away into her lips.

"I don't want you to die, because I want you to live and make you suffer like this. You are my play toy and I'm not done playing with you yet not until I fuck you till your core" his words sounded promising, as he said each word calmly, pasting on her mind.

The authority in his voice jolted her. One thing she was sure of now, that nowhere soon she will be able to escape him. His mention to take her virginity scared her more. It was more easy for her to die like that, taking her grace with her in her grave. But losing everything to him was her downfall. 
Which she couldn't let it happen. She always had been obsessed with herself, despite not being pretty she always considered herself as a perfect girl. Which added more to her confidence. And this quality covered her sensitive inside. 
Inside she was weak, fragile like a flower, sensitive like a baby but she always hid herself in her shell which was made up of her self centered, obsession and confidence.