Her Ex-husband’s Wrath

“Come here Ashley, come closer to me,” Asher called softly to me but I shook my head in protest. I was scared of how he looked because I could see he was furious as he looked at me. Though his voice was calm there was no denying the anger in his demeanor and face.

“COME!” he shouted which made my knees shake even more. So I could do nothing but walk closer to him even though I was nervous about what he could do.

My knees were shaking and I could feel them softening as I walked closer to Asher. I don’t know what’s playing on his mind. But I’m only sure of one thing. He was angry because he was embarrassed when I left him earlier and I went with Eugene. I was sure he would retaliate in a way he knew I would regret. And now I can no longer explain how I feel.

When I got closer I noticed the redness on his face. I don’t know if it was because of anger or the amount of alcohol he drank. Also based on the cans scattered on the floor.

When I am in front of him, he immediately stood up and slapped me hard. His palm fell on my face and with its force, I fell and sank to the floor. I was stunned by the extreme pain as my face sank. I couldn’t move yet because I am in shock, he pulled my hair so I looked up at him.

“You’re a flirt,” at once he poured the remaining beer on my head and face as he pulled my hair. “You bitch, I cleaned you up not to fuck with others. Come here, you dirty slut,”

Asher dragged me while dragging my hair. I feel like my scalp will be removed by the tightness of his grip on my hair and the force of his pull on me.

“Asher, please enough, I am hurting.” I cried pleadingly as I held his hand that was tweaking my hair. But he doesn’t hear anything because he just keeps on exposing me. “That’s enough please,”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“You’re a flirt, a slut, you should be bathed in boiling water to get rid of that itch on your body,” he said stiffly as he dragged me to the bathroom.

“Enough, that’s too much.” he stopped pulling me and then knelt down for us to match.

“There is more pain for this to make me suffer. This is your punishment for cheating on me over and over again.”

“Please forgive me.” But he just spat in my face and immediately stood up and pulled me again.

“Forgive you ass,” he took me to the bathroom and then threw me. I fell straight into the bathroom tiles and I felt my head hit the cement. I did not move immediately because of the weight of my body in what happened. I just heard that he turned on the shower and put me on while the water is running.

“Take a bath and remove the saliva of that motherfucker.” He was still not satisfied and he touched my hair again then lifted it in the air and put my face in the shower.

I feel like I’m drowning because of the water flowing directly on my face. I thought this is all he will do but I couldn’t believe what happened next. Asher dipped my head in the bucket full of water. I was shaking because I wasn’t ready and I was a little out of breath. I felt like I was running out of air when he lifted my head and threw me away.

Chasing my breath I looked at Asher. I want to cry but I can’t because I haven’t fully recovered. I could see the anger in Asher’s eyes as his chest heaved as he stood staring at me.

When he saw that I had recovered a little, he approached me again and kicked me.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! “he shouted while his foot and knee hit my body everywhere. I tried to cover my body and I moved away but that was enough. I was a bit unconscious for a moment when his knee hit my side.

A powerful kick hit my head and I was even knocked down.

“Asher, that’s enough please.”

“Enough? What’s enough? You always make me fool and make fun of me. You always chose others over me.”

“Just kill me,” I said crying.

“I’m really going to kill you with punishment so that Charles won’t see you again.”

I feel like all my strength is back because of what he said.

‘I can’t die yet, Charles is a pity if something happens to me so I can’t give up.’

“Please forgive me.” It was here that I cried and pleaded with him while holding his foot.

“Now you’re scared to die? Because no one will feed your man?”

“Asher,”

“I’m pissing you off!” He punched me in the stomach at spat at the same time. “You’re flirt! You’re slut!” He shouted as he kicked me again. I could do nothing but cry and cry and just accept the punishment he gives.

“Undress,” he said annoyed as he tried to remove my clothes but I resisted because I didn’t want to follow what he was saying.

“UNDRESS!” I struggled while fighting but he just slapped my hand and my head.

“Asher, please enough!” I could do nothing but cry and beg.

“I said undress, bitch.” He was already tearing my clothes and I could do nothing but let him do what he was doing.

He took the shampoo and poured it on my head. He finished it and then slapped the bottle in my face.

“UNDRESS!” he shouted as he tried to undress my bottom. “I said remove your dress.” He took the pitcher then slam on my head like a kid. I did nothing but cover my head. I heard the cracking of the pitcher signaling that it had broken while slamming me.

“Ok, Ok,” I said crying so he stopped. I took off the rest of my clothes in front of him. He took them then threw them somewhere.