The Night of horror

Damon's eyes blazed with anger and pulled Elianna from the crowd...his voice low and menacing. "You're flirting with George, Eliana. Right in front of me. You're humiliating me."

Eliana's eyes widened, her voice trembling. "N-no, Damon. I swear. I was just being friendly."

Damon's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. "Friendly? You call that friendly? You're my wife, Eliana. You belong to me. Not to some cousin I barely know."

Eliana's eyes filled with tears, her voice barely audible. "I-I know, Damon. Please...don't be angry."

But Damon's anger had reached a boiling point. With a sudden, violent motion, he slapped Eliana across the face, the sound echoing through the hall .

Eliana's fear and tears are palpable, and the slap is a stark reminder of the danger she faces in her marriage.

The room fell silent, guests frozen in shock and horror. Damon's eyes blazed with fury as he dragged Eliana from the hall, her feet stumbling to keep up.

As Damon dragged Eliana away, George stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "Damon, stop! This is madness!"

Damon spun around, his face twisted in a snarl. "This is none of your concern, George. She's my wife, and I'll handle her as I see fit."

George stood his ground. "You're hurting her, Damon. That's not what marriage is about."

Damon sneered. "You know nothing about our marriage, George. And even if you did, you're just a cousin. You have no say in our affairs."

George's face reddened, but he refused to back down. "I may not be able to stop you, Damon, but I won't stand by and watch you harm Eliana. She deserves better than this."

Damon's laughter was cold and menacing. "You better leave before I send you out myself and you all should leave now...The party is over, He announced.

With that, Damon turned and continued dragging Eliana away, leaving George feeling helpless and frustrated.

In their chambers, Damon's violence knew no bounds. He stripped Eliana bare, her clothes torn and discarded. His fists pounded against her flesh, each blow landing with a sickening thud. Eliana's cries were drowned out by Damon's enraged roars.

And then, the final indignity: a forceful kiss, Damon's lips crushing Eliana's, his tongue violating her mouth. The world around her dissolved into darkness, Eliana's soul shattered into a million pieces.

He had his way forcefully on her...only the sound of pain and loud wail and also the sound of grunting from Damon was echoing in the mansion.

Eliana's eyes fluttered open, her body aching and her soul heavy with sorrow. The memories of the previous night came flooding back, and a fresh wave of tears streamed down her face. She lay in bed, unable to move, her body bearing the marks of Damon's brutality.

The room was empty, Damon nowhere to be found. Eliana's cries echoed off the walls as she realized she was alone in her pain. Mia, the maid, entered the room, her face a picture of concern.

"Oh, milady, I'm so sorry," Mia whispered, helping Eliana out of bed and supporting her to the bathroom. "I didn't know what to do last night. I was afraid for your safety."

Eliana's gaze fell upon her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy, her face pale, and her body covered in red marks and love bites. She felt like a stranger in her own skin, a victim of Damon's cruelty.

As Mia bathed her, Eliana's tears continued to flow, her heart heavy with grief and shame. She knew she had to find a way out of this toxic marriage, but for now, she was trapped, a prisoner in her own home.