His Favorite Toy

"Sara's point of view,"

"Stay away from me."

Feeling a heavy weight on my abdomen, I opened my eyes in panic.

He was soundly dozing off, leaning one leg over my abdomen and resting his head on my breast. His innocent, sleeping visage gives no clue that he is a sex monster.

I never thought that someone could treat me so cruelly for sex, even in my worst dreams, like the way he abused me last night.

What does he think of himself?

Did he think he could own me merely with the power of his wealth?

I was having trouble breathing in the jacuzzi when he dove me into the frigid water. It appeared as though he had transformed into an amoral monster, oblivious to the plight of his fellow humans. I persisted in battling with him to let go, but he ignored me.

My small vaginal opening suddenly became his entire world. He completely forgot that to fulfill his passion, he was tormenting not only my entire body but also my soul.

I attempted to push him away, but he gripped my palm tightly, preventing it from moving. He packed my lips with his mouth to cover up my screams.

The constant pressure on my head in the jacuzzi's corner was causing it to hurt. The chilly water was making my entire body tremble. I tried to clench my teeth to stop my body from trembling, but he wouldn't let me. I gave up trying to break free from his hands because I was exhausted and closed my eyes.

My entire body started to feel numb, much like a dead fish flashing on the water's surface. With each thrust, my breath became less and less, and I realized all of a sudden that my lower body was completely pain-free.

After thinking about the torment he inflicted on me last night, I hated him. I wanted to flee from him right now, but where would I go?

He left me with no option. Why doesn't he just kill me right away?

What I did wrong deserves to live with this kind of pain every day.

I am an author, and I used my pen to speak up for victims, but unfortunately, I could not stand up to this monster when it came to me.

Last night, he not only hurt me severely but also made me hate him. The medications can ease my physical suffering, but what about my soul?

Was he able to heal my wounded soul? My heart ached thinking about the torment my body endured last night, and new tears filled my eyes.

"Miss Grace, why are you crying?" He opened his eyes and frowned at me.

What did he expect of me?

Last night, he assaulted me sexually in the jacuzzi; am I obligated to dance with elation?

I softly took his hand off my belly and got out of bed because I didn't feel like answering his query.

As I prepared to leave the room, I found it difficult to keep my weight steady.

"Where are you heading, Miss Grace?" Just before I collapsed to the floor, he took me into his arms.

"You must stay in this room until you have fully recovered. You can let me know if you need anything."

He assisted me in getting back into bed.

Is this the same Aron Finge I met last night?

By looking deep into his eyes, I tried to find his hidden monster side.

"Why are you not talking to me?"

His expression became irritated when I ignored him.

Well, that's good.

I should have said nothing to him.

To ignore him, I turned my face in another direction.

"Miss Grace, you can not ignore me like this."

After getting out of bed, he jumped in front of my face.

What is his problem?

I don't want to talk to him; can he not see that? I turned away once more to avoid him.

"I'll take you back to the jacuzzi if you won't talk to me."

He leaped in front of my face once more.

"Mr. Finge, what do you think of yourself?

Do you think I'm just your toy to play with whenever you want? I am a human being with feelings, Aron! You can't just... you can't do this to me. I'm not indestructible!"

His remarks brought back the memories of that night and made me cry again.

"Why are you crying? I did nothing wrong with you."

When he saw me crying, he shrugged.

Did he not realize how much his actions wounded me?

"Please, Aron, just leave me alone."

I don't know where I should disappear to get rid of him. I felt suffocated, just being in his presence.

"Miss Grace, you're like my favorite toy. I can't just leave you alone."

With a smirk on his face, he pulled my cheek.

"What do you mean?"

I glanced at him, incredulous.

I looked at my clothes and noticed that he was staring at me with a strange expression.

What am I wearing?

I was even more enraged to see my entire body covered in a baby pink bunny suit.

In my unconscious state, how could he make fun of me?

"I've had it with your insult, Aaron. I can't take it anymore." I ripped the bunny band from my head and hurled it in the direction of the room's door.

"Aron, you married me to fulfill your lust, right?

You find my writing captivating, correct?" I tightened my fist to contain the raging wrath that was building up within me.

"Indeed, Miss Grace. For you to satisfy my lust, I married you." He admitted that his only motivation for marrying me was sexual desire.

"So, how about we make a deal?

You will only come to me when you are extremely lustful; otherwise, you will simply ignore me so I can go about my way in life."

I can not bear to be in his presence when he manipulates my emotions and treats me as if I were a toy.

"But Miss Grace...,"

"Mr. Finge, be professional; you mentioned in our contract that you have nothing to do with me except perform the scenes written in my novels." I reminded him of the conditions stated in the contract he forced me to sign before our marriage, so he couldn't disagree with me.

"But..,"

"Excuse me, Mr. Finge. I need to finish my chapter now. I can't miss the deadline, and I won't let him penalize me for mistakes that I never made."

I took my laptop from the side table and gathered my strength to leave his room.