Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

She couldn't even act that she was sleeping, he already saw her glaring at him, shocked. 
She stood up from the bed and tried to go to bathroom, to escape him for the moment. Because his expressions were making her more nervous than before.

As she got up, he walked towards her. She tried to run but in two long strides he caught her and clutched her arm tightly.

"Where are you going darling?" He asked her dangerously close.

"I'mm justtt going to washroom" she replied looking away.

"Oh really but I guess you don't really need to" he looked into her scared face.

He let her arm go with a jolt. Then he took a step back.

"You know what today you're here, in my house, in my room, standing in front of me, helpless. The day I saw you in hospital, if it was for my lust then you wouldn't had been here. You are here because of yourself."
He said.

"That day when you placed your hand on my chest.." he placed his hand on his chest, pointing.

"You made my heart flutter, you awaked a beast inside me, I only had lust for you then. I wanted to touch you, touch every part of your body and make it mine but it was just lust. To fulfill my lust I could have raped you, why did I had to marry you?" He continued.  

"Because you made me do it. You forced me to encage you for your whole life and take Revenge on you. You made me do it! You forced me to fuck you all of your life as I please!" He shouted while she took a step back like a scared kitten. 
She couldn't understand his any word. It all went above her head. She couldn't realize what he was talking about until..

"Bitch you slapped me! You remember, that day I came to you in your car and you slapped me! How dare you?"

He took fast steps towards her, and in the next second he slapped her face so hard her jaw moved and she fell to the floor.

"You see that's why you're here"

He fisted her hair and made her stand up again. While she hissed in pain, her face was burning red. His imprinted hand on her face clearly proofed the assault. 
He slapped her again so hard on the same cheek that her lip started to bleed and she fell on to the floor again. This time he slapped her with more intensity that even his hand burned after the contact.

"You see it's a payback. That's why I bought you here!" He smirked.

She tried to pull herself from the floor and sat up. Her hair which were tied in a bun, were now all scattered over her face. Her face was red from the imprints, her lip had a blood clot formed on the surface. Her heart and mind screaming inside. She didn't wanted to shed a tear in front of him but eyes kept releasing the tears due to the severe pain.

"Stand up again!" He shouted to her.

She didn't moved.

"I said stand up bitch or I swear I will kill you tonight slowly and painfully" he said while brutality dripping from his tone.

With fear she tried to stand up again. Her face hung low, she didn't lifted her face. Her black hair, covered her face.

"Now look me in the eye with the same confidence which you always wore" he told her.

But still she didn't lifted her face, she was so scared that her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
He pinched her chin hard. She screamed in pain and lifted her face to look at him.

Hatred
Pain
Detestation
Disgust

That's what he found in her eyes.

"You hate me right?" He asked with a smirk.

In frustration she shouted, "yes I hate you! You disgust me!"

Another slap came across her face, more hard than before. Her cheek gave up. Her face turned bloody red, she was no more in her senses. Her head became dizzy, she was half conscious, lying on the floor.

"Say it one more time and I bet you'll die with another slap!" He said through gritted teeth as he sat beside her helpless body. 
Then he slides her hair aside, struck the strands behind her ear.

"I hope now you will never say that again and will always remember it before your mind tells you to slap. I guess that's all for now. Take a good sleep" he said and got up to leave the room.

She laid there until her body gave her hope that she can stand up. Her cheek was burning like someone ignited it. She stood up with trembling body and went to bathroom. 
In front of the mirror, she was standing like a lost soul. Looking at herself, all broken. What she did to deserve this? How can God be so unfair? All she asked for was a peaceful life with the man she loved. Why she ended up with Umer? How can God do this to her? She never did something unfair with anyone. 
She intensely remembered Yahya, when she used to share every sorrow with him. And how he used to console her. He used to tell her that bad days seem long because we stress ourselves and never try to get out of the moment, instead we weep for long time making it last long. And happiness lasts for short period because we just remember it while we're in it, and after that we forget it.

She opened the tap water, and splashed the cold water on her face. Her eyes were red, her lip was bruised, her face was assaulted, what more she could expect more bad to happen? She could not even face anyone. She was so embarrassed of her state.

She got into the room. She looked for water but the jug was empty. Her throat was hurting due to thirst. It was a long time since she gulped down the water. 
She opened the room door and tip toed down the stairs. 
The kitchen was on left side of the villa. 
Lights were all off, only moonlight was seeping through the large glass windows covered by lush curtains.

She entered into the kitchen, and was not surprised to see the posh design. Ofcourse this cage was beautiful as hell, but it was the worst place for her.

She opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle if cold water.
She poured the water into a glass which was placed on the table. 
As she gulped water down her throat, a sudden appearance in the doorway made her choke on the water. 
She coughed badly as she recognized him.