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

"Yes I fuck you when I feel like. When I have the urge to touch you. I already told you you don't need to worry much, I'll may get bore easily so there won't be many times when I'll need you" he stated the words so easily that it felt like he was used to saying that. But it hit like a bullet to her.

How many times he will disappoint her? How many times he will prove himself as a disgusting man?

There was no way she could change this man. He was way too much far than disgusting.

"It feels like you're talking about a whore" she said while controlling the shrill and breaking in her voice. She didn't wanted to let him know that her heart was weeping inside, hurt by his words. She didn't let the tears fall from the edge of her eyes.

Her words woke him up from his calm state. He realized what he really said, but it was something usual for him.

She gulped down the last bite harshly and painfully through her throat and stood up picking up her plates.
She washed the plates and went straight upstairs without looking at him and ignoring his presence.

He realized what he really did to her. His words really pierced through her. He shouldn't had do it. He could have use more respectful words. He really made her feel like prostitute.
He tore her dignity and respect into pieces. 
He didn't felt hungry anymore. He lost his appetite after looking at her wretched face and dejected state. 
He was accountable for this.

In frustration he punched the table so hard that the glass of the table broke, hurting his hand. The plate fell on the floor making a loud noise.

Why the fuck he even married her? Why is he feeling so much towards her. He shouldn't. The urge to fuck her endlessly drove him crazy. 
He could have lived a better life by making her really his whore. 
His life has been a mess, since he started feeling sympathy towards her.

"Yes you're my whore!" He shouted so loudly that the words echoed through the whole house.

While she was in the room, she heard. 
He crossed every limit now. 
She felt like killing herself. She wanted him to shoot her at the moment, rather than calling her this. She was not whore, she was his wife. A place for respectable woman, he married her. They were partners for life. How can he easily call her like that?

He rushed upstairs to grab his car keys, which he actually forgot in the Blazer and it was in his room. He was in rage, and he took long strides, three stairs at a time. He wanted to leave the house immediately.

As he entered the room, he found her holding a blade in her hand and she placed it on her wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?" He panicked watching her in horror.

While she kept saying through her sobs, I'm not a whore!

Author's note

Ok so now next update will be sooner like when I'll get 135 followers. What do you think what Ayeleen will do now? Will she really suicide?