First, read end-note on this chapter. It's just one line. After that read this chapter.

"Run," He came to punch her but Nancy got down and cried harder when his fist landed on the door. She could tell he was coming for her. So, she hid her face in her hands and sobbed harder all the while holding her knees to her chest.

"I can't, I can't and I know it..." Her voice was barely audible in pain and terror. But then she inhaled sharp and was louder in pure agitation. "I CAN'T RUN. AND, I KNOW IT!!!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. Crying hysterically. One could tell she felt suffocated when she let it all out. "I can't, I can't, I can't..."

Damon was quick to hold her hair and demanded. "What do you know?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Nancy was quick to hold his hand and rose to her feet.

"What do you KNOW!!" Damon yelled this time. Nancy's whole body was trembling when she admitted, "No matter where I go I can't get away..." The anguish in her pain was so visible.

Damon's hold on her hair remained fast. Nancy groaned in pain before she continued, "...I told you. I am no fool, Damon. I am no fool and I hate it..." At the end of it, she had pure hate on her face. Damon could see she hated him. For the first time, Nancy's eyes showcased her hate for him. It seems she was angry enough to not mask her resentment for him.

But then all of a sudden Nancy's expression changed. Her eyes had questions in place of anger when she asked, "That bus? You planned it. Didn't you? So, you could have a reason to kill me..."

"Fuck! I don't need reasons to kill you." Damon hit Nancy's body on the door behind. Nancy tried her hardest to get his hands off all the while telling him.

"Of course, you don't. But you do care about proving me wrong. Don't you? Ah, Damon, let me go. It hurts. I am not feeling good." She cried out in pain but no matter how much she groaned in pain he wouldn't let go.

"Let go!" She cried out digging her nails on his wrists and hand.

"Don't you dare test my patience?" Damon warned,

"Or what? Ah..." She cried out in pain before finishing. "...you will kill me? Violate me?"

"Violate you? I fucking own you. I can hit you if I want. I can fuck you if I want. And, I can kill you..." Leaving his hands torturing her Nancy slapped him across his cheek. Not once but twice to make him let go. But Damon was quick to hold her left wrist above her head and towered her. Even though she had big drops of tears trailing over her cheeks, those beautiful eyes held disgust and hate.

"I like how I am getting you in the element," Damon whispered,

"You are no fair man. There is nothing honest about you." Nancy gritted but Damon smiled seeing the resentment in her eyes. The things he wanted to do with her when she had nothing but hate for him were innumerable.

Damon lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "And, you realized it now?..." Nancy closed her eyes when he pulled her head to get her face to his mouth. "...It is fun affording to be unfair. The impunity I exercise would blow your mind." Nancy looked at the lines on his forehead when he blew air on her face.

"Ah..." Nancy's breath hitched as she tried to push him away with her body but Damon was quick to place his mouth over hers. Nancy resisted this time but he overpowered her mouth with his tongue all the while lowering her face down.

"You got a fever," Damon asked but Nancy knew better than to find kindness in him. "Yes," She replied but Damon smiled looking at her smudged lipstick that had ruined her face. "Good for me, today I will have you extra hot."

"Please, no..." Nancy requested pushing his shoulder.

"This is not what your vow had. You are to serve me no matter what." Nancy felt disgusted for him to bring this up now. She could vomit for how disgusted she was of him. He looked like a beast ready to eat her up when he lowered his mouth to her neck. She wonders if she could do something to avoid him. But her brain was going foggy with all the pain and soreness in her body. Her body was giving up on her.

Nancy closed her eyes when he licked her neck spot before he started nibbling it. He let go of her head and moved his hand to her waist. He rubbed his firm hand from her waist to her lower back and then to her hips. Nancy wonders what he was trying to do. She was about to push him when he said, "You don't like it when I do this to you? You only want to be fucked, bitch? Let's fuck you,"

"Ah..." Nancy groaned in pain when he turned her around. Nancy's eyes and lips were a dark shade of red with all the whimpering. Her red lipstick was smudged to her cheeks and her hair was frizzy for the sign of torture they had endured at his hands. But it seems Damon wasn't done toying with her.

He rests his forearm over her nape and undone his belt. His pants fell on the floor, but Nancy quickly rested her left arm over her back to push him away. "Please, I am hurt already. I can't...I can't take it." Her voice came in a slur. She felt weak.

"Do you know why my women are dressed this way?" Damon asked pushing her dress up from the slit of the dress she had on her leg. Nancy gulped realizing he had raised her dress above her buttocks. Damon was quick to get her panties down to her thighs. "Well, now you know,"

Shivering like a leaf Nancy pushed on his defined abs with her left hand but her arm got sandwiched between them when he plastered himself to her. "Fuck..." He cursed in her ear when he placed his hardness between her ass cheeks. "...you are hot. I say it will slide smoothly this time."

Nancy whimpered pushing him but Damon poked playfully at her a few times before he started thrusting in her already painful spot.

Shots of pain jolted Nancy's body when he started pushing himself in her. "No, no, no, no..." She writhed in pain but Damon only groaned louder and started hitting into her. "Fuck, this bitch is hot. You want it. Don't you?"

Damon could tell she was hurting in his arms. But this is what he wanted for her. The anger he felt for seeing her arriving was finally dissipating. He was making her pay as he should. "Did you imagine yourself here when you were admiring the diamonds on your fingers, bitch?"

Nancy didn't answer to this one. She didn't even react and kept on whimpering. She was trying her best to cope with his thrusts. He was shaking her body into the door violently. And, it was consuming the last bit of energy from her body.

"Agh, Agh, Agh..." Damon started thrusting fast. He was lost in his pleasure and wanted to get rid of satisfy his erection. And, seeing her face in pain he couldn't help an evil laugh. It was enough to get him hard. He liked seeing her plastered to the door and getting fucked. This was close to what he had in mind when he was standing at the altar marrying her.

"This is what you get when you propose to the man who never wanted you. You are fucked," Damon's voice was breathless on her shoulder. His mouth was showing a smile so wide when he directed her shoulders to go down and bent her a little for his convenience. He started pulling her body to meet his thrusts and cursed. "Slut, this is how I fuck sluts like you. This is a real place for you. Sticking on my dick like a bitch you are."

He lifted her dress more and made her skin naked to his eye. She looked fragile and quite young for her age given she barely had any fat on her body. He started slapping her ass and asked, "Tell me who is fucking you?"

"Damon Anderson,"

"Who am I?" Nancy recalled how she told him he was no husband of hers. She gulped and whimpered telling him. "My husband,"

"Yes, I am. Let it drill it into your head. It is for your good, bitch. I own you. I own all of it for sparing your life..." He slapped her ass again before telling her. "...I own this, aghhh..." He started thrusting longer. He was coming to his closure. "...all of it." Saying this he let it all go in her. He held her waist in his arms and dug his fingers over her belly before pulling her into him. Nancy felt him trying to ram into her again and she whimpered,

Damon laughed all the while leaving all of his fluids far in her. "Take it deep in you. If you don't want to run, good. I will continue wearing you over my dick," He finished and jerked her for the last time.

After half an hour Damon could be seen walking to his car in the driveway. Nancy was in his left arm almost passed out barely managing to walk. This time Nancy's left arm had the fur coat while the huge hat made it difficult for anyone to look at her ruined face. For any looker, it seems he was very dotted on his drunkard wife. And, it made sense. Those were the early days of their marriage. It was showing how nurturing he was for his new bride. Some feminine eyes envied her position.

Damon helped her get into the car. He almost looked like a gentleman with a subtle smile playing on his face. He walked to the other side of the car and seemed to be in a great mood. But the moment he got into the car he noticed Nancy was struggling to sit straight. There was no energy left in her to move her head up. Her whole body was leaning to the car's door.

Damon smiled and raised his hand to pat her head but fearing the worst Nancy jumped. "What happened, darling? Are we sleepy? No worries, we are getting home." His fingers massaging her head slowly made Nancy lift her head to look at him. He seemed to be enjoying her situation. Damon got his hand to her face. His hold was tender and soft but it got Nancy worked up. Her breathing was fast again. She could expect the worst from him. "You won't run, right?" Damon asked but Nancy refused to react. She was done with his games. But this time she didn't have anger on her face. Her face was of defeat.

"Then, come here," Damon directed her by pulling on her shoulder lightly and Nancy followed. She closed her eyes when he held her head to his chest. "Why are you scared? Don't you trust me?" Damon was combing his fingers on her arm. Nancy remained silent. Even in her weak state, she knew he didn't mean any of it.

"What's the use of this fear when it won't make any difference?" Nancy closed her eyes at his words. She knew it. "You are to pay every day. Try getting used to it. Try getting used to me. I promise I won't let you get used to any of it but you are not even trying." There was playful tinge of fake complaint in his voice.

Nancy heaved in his arms and he started rubbing her back. "No worries, we are done for today..." But then he hummed and stated, "...until we aren't."

I promise all of this abuse will tone down soon. Bear with me for the sake of plot and vibe. Sorry?