His efforts

Sara POV

"I am sorry, Sara, but my dick is out of control now." He spoke softly in my ear. My eyes welled up with tears as I gazed up at the sky.

Why does he hurt me like this all the time?

My body started to tingle when he kissed me in the moonlight. Under the wide sky, with the full moon shining and the stars twinkling, my love for him grows even stronger. The scent of flowers and the refreshing breeze from the oak trees heighten the romantic atmosphere.

His lustful gaze dashed all my hopes that he would tenderly caress my body, as he had done the night before. Once more, he was looming over me like a ravenous wolf. I can see that he swallowed those drugs again because of his thirst. I wanted to ask him why he took those drugs, but then I thought back to what he had said, so I kept quiet.

Initially, I attempted to stop him, but as soon as he began to play with my body by transforming into a sex monster, I gave up and lay down beneath his massive frame like a corpse. I'm not sure how I fell in love with such a sex monster as he is.

He didn't leave a single opportunity to insult me. He introduced me to his girlfriend as a maid at his house. I didn't respond to his insult, even though his remarks damaged my sense of self-worth. On one hand, he praised my creativity, and on the other, he insulted me by calling me his housemaid. Regardless of our contract, I am his wife, so at the very least, he needs to show me respect.

He didn't let me sleep for the whole night. When the sun rose and the darkness of the previous night dissipated, he eventually stopped fucking me in the morning. He comes back to reality in the morning when he hears birds chirping.

"Sorry, Sara. I don't know what happened to me last night." He kissed my forehead and immediately stood over me.

I didn't respond to him, and I entered the house silently. I was incredibly upset by his acts last night. I didn't cook breakfast for him, and I locked my room from inside to avoid him. His previous night's torture caused severe pain in my leg and tummy.

Why does he treat me like this every time?

As soon as I turned on the shower, I started crying. I examined every hickey mark on my body. He bit my body in the same way a vampire draws blood from its victim. I felt the swelling in my clit. I became aware of a severe incision near my vaginal opening.

Why did I receive blood last night? I saw a stain of dried blood on my thighs.

"Please open the door, Sara." Considering that he has the master key to every room, I moved the table in front of the door, this time to keep him from coming to me.

"Sara, I am sorry. Please talk to me." He repeatedly knocked on my door, but I disregarded him.

Why does he want to speak with me now? When he waved his hand in front of my window, I furiously closed it and covered it with a curtain.

"Sara, please talk to me." He slipped the message under my room's door.

"No, I don't want to talk to you." After leaving my response on his note, I walked back outside.

"Please forgive me; I will not repeat this mistake." He opened the door to send another note.

"No, I don't trust you." After responding to his note, I slid back to him.

"Okay, then I won't speak with you until I've gained your confidence." Angrily, he slid the last note and fled the house. He shut his car door angrily, and I caught a glimpse of his face through my window.

I am uncertain as to why he is currently expressing anger, as it is my turn to be agitated.

As soon as he left the house, I started to miss him. I wanted to fight with him. When he went to such lengths to convince me, I found it enjoyable. I waited all day for him to call, but he never did. Nor did he send me a text. Seeing how ignorant he was of me made me restless.

He was undoubtedly preoccupied with his lover. Because of this, he didn't even bother to call me immediately. The thought of him dating someone else hurt my heart.

Today, I had no desire to write anything. I forced myself to type, but after typing one sentence, my fingers stopped. My mind is unable to write anything right now.

I was very excited to see him again, but he didn't get home until after midnight. I attempted to contact his number, but it was unreachable. I put a lot of effort into cooking him his favorite dinner because I wanted to please him, and even though I hadn't done anything wrong to earn his forgiveness, I couldn't fathom him getting upset.

However, when he didn't come home until after midnight, I became furious and dumped the food in the trash can. I laid down on the couch to wait for him to come back, but when he didn't, I tried to fall asleep by hugging the pillow to feel his warmth.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in his bedroom. I looked up at the scene in front of me and rubbed my eyes.

Am I dreaming, or what? In amazement, I turned to see balloons all over the place.

A special note accompanies each balloon. With much anticipation, I rolled out of bed and attempted to catch a balloon to read the note. As I read the note, a smile appeared on my face.

"I am sorry.

Please talk to me.

Please forgive me.

Please tell me what I should do to make you happy."

It never occurred to me that he would go this far for me. I felt pleased to see his efforts.

He was standing at the entrance, holding a breakfast tray, as I opened the door to the room.