Oak Tree

"Sara's point of view,"

His treatment of me today brought up painful memories of my dad's abuse of my mom.

He also battered my mom, using a belt and other tools.

He not only caused me physical pain but also psychological and emotional harm. He penalized me for an error that I didn't even make.

How could he possibly expel his ire by using me as a sexual object?

I did nothing wrong, so I had to bear his punishment.

Handcuffs bound my hands, making it impossible for me to wipe away my tears.

He consistently destroyed my illusions by revealing his vicious side to me whenever I attempted to see his positive side. I mistook his icy exterior for a kind man; he only cares about satisfying his hunger and disregards the sentiments or emotions of others.

My hatred for him just grew.

When I saw his slightly compassionate side, I forgot about his earlier vicious behavior toward me, but because of him, I now fully understand that not everything that glitters is gold.

He didn't seem to mind if I hated or loved him. He just wants to play with my body. He bound me from head to toe, causing me to lie beneath his massive frame. The constant electric jolt numbed my vagina.

I felt that Aaron Finge was using me as a trash can to let himself off.

When he shoved his dick inside my mouth, why didn't I bite on it?

My throat aches from giving him a hard, huge dick.

Oh god, what did I do to deserve all this?

I don't understand how such a minor incident could have sparked such intense anger.

Why can't he allow me to live my life freely? I am a human being, not a machine that he can confine to his home. He scratched my old wounds, which I never told anyone about—not even Neil - knew about the abuse I had experienced as a child.

I wanted to cry uncontrollably, but after crying for a while, my tears had already dried out. He was lying over my body, not moving. Perhaps he slept. I looked down and saw his face.

Nobody could have guessed, looking at his innocent face, that there was a monster hiding behind it.

I tried to push him away from my body by shifting my torso, but he didn't even twitch; instead, he tightly gripped it and slept on top of it. My legs and hands hurt so much.

How could he torture me in this way?

He didn't even wipe his sperm across my abdomen. I get annoyed by his sperm's stickiness.

I want to vomit, but I'm unable to leave my current location.

Could this be his way of punishing me? I questioned myself.

Indeed, don't you perceive this as a form of punishment? My subconscious questioned me.

No, being with him makes me feel like I'm in hell, not like I'm just receiving punishment.

"Please let go of my hand, Aaron; I need to pee."

I didn't want to talk to him, but I had no choice but to plead with him to release me.

After opening my hand and rubbing his eyes, he lay down by my side.

Why did he sleep so soundly?

I've never seen him so exhausted.

Huh.. Why should I care about him? After removing the leg spreader from my leg, I went to the restroom.

After taking a shower, I wrapped my body in a bathrobe and quietly departed from his playroom.'

Whatever happened to me today is nothing less than a trauma for me, but I don't understand why rather than expressing my sorrow or fury at the circumstances, I quietly left his room.

I brewed coffee for myself and turned on the television to watch a cooking show.

My body felt numb to me. I feel like my mind is blank, too. I wanted to express my sadness, but I'm at a loss for words, emotions, or actions to do so.

I just want to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

But where in this cage can I find my serenity?

I want to sleep soundly by myself, distant from this monster's reach. I don't want him to approach me or rape me again.

I went for a walk in the garden.

As soon as I started strolling on the green grass, I started to feel relaxed.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, contentedly nestled beneath the oak tree in his backyard.

"Why did you lie to me?

How many times have I instructed you to refrain from telling lies?"

My father used the belt to strike my mother in the back.

"No, please let me go. This money is for Sara's fees; I didn't intentionally mislead you." My mother broke down in tears when the belt struck her in the back.

"You're a shameless witch; get out of my house. You can not live in this house. There is no place in my house for liars." He grabbed Mom's hair and pulled her towards the main gate.

"I have no shelter, so please do not evict me. Where will I go?" My mom banged on the door to open it.

I crept over to open the door.

"Don't you dare, Sara?

If you want to help that witch, then you are also welcome to vacate my residence." His fury is directed at me.

"Please open the door, Dad. It's raining outside."

It was terrifying to see the storms and the torrential downpour.

As the rain drenched my mom, I unlocked the door to let her in.

"How dare you, witch, open the door?" He kicked me out of his house.

He didn't open his house door, so my mom and I soaked in the rainwater the entire night.

My mom lied to him with good intentions. I wanted to go to school like my friend, so she only gave half of her salary to my dad. He caught her red-handedly hiding the remaining money.

It all happened because of me. If I hadn't insisted on my mom going to study, he wouldn't have kicked her out of his home.

That was the last day I saw my father, and after that, I left the city with my mom. I didn't even know whether my dad was alive or not. Not even a pleasant or loving recollection of him remains with me. All I have left of him are the terrible memories of my childhood.

I opened my eyes instantly when a drop of water hit my cheek. I was crying as I dreamed about my early years. I wiped my face with my palm before rubbing my eyes and looking around.

Why can't I move my hands or legs anymore?

I noticed the heavy weight on my torso and thighs.

What is he doing here?

Aron was sound asleep next to me, his arms encircling me like a child holding a cherished toy.