"Watch out my wife." Nancy widened her eyes in fear. She could sense something lethal in his walk. Was he going to finish her too? There were no other plans she could think of for her. He was indeed going to kill her now.

"You are hurting me," Nancy said even when his hold around her neck wasn't tight.

She only wanted for him to let her go of his hold but Damon smiled a little before getting her in front of him. "Did it hurt? I thought I was careful." Nancy wondered why he was looking at her like this. He never gave her this cute smile before. Nancy looked at him confused but Damon was quick to pull her in.

"You looked sexy pulling the trigger. Did you think about firing it on me when you pulled that trigger?" Damon asked but when Nancy didn't answer he kissed her mouth. Not aggressively but slowly as if he wanted to get her into the action too.

Nancy pulled away instantly when she found herself moving too. And, recalled he had made her murder three men. But could she complain about it to him? No way. Whenever it was his eyes looking down at her, she didn't have any strength to complain. There was no room to raise the question. She was a mere captive no matter the label. And, the only thing she wanted from him was not to kill her. Or cut her hands or feet.

"What? Can't you feel what you have done to me?" Nancy didn't move her head but lowered her eyes. She could feel his hardness poking at her lower belly.

Damon snaked his arms around her back and picked her up. Only enough to have her feet a few inches above in the air and her face to reach his neck. Nancy refused to rest her face on his neck and remained stiff. All of her senses were alert for any kind of torture but his eyes that remained focused on her and expected of her to look at him just for once weren't any less of a torture.

They had already reached their wing and Nancy could tell he wouldn't kill her here. For some reason, she could tell it wasn't his place where he brought out the killings. It was not his space to kill people. It was where he lived.

Nancy noticed how Damon was walking with such ease and not for once he was out of breath picking her up. But when he gets angry he gets those lungs working fast. But then she recalled how he did get out of breath when he fucks her relentlessly. He keeps fucking her until he can't. He violates her and abuses her until he doesn't get tired. He used his hands to pin her down on the bed so hard. Nancy could tell he used all of his power on her poor belly and pelvis when he pulled her to him in each stroke.

All memories of him fucking her made her recall what he does in his wing. She wonders why she didn't get worried about it earlier. It always happened when he made her feel his erection. Her lower lip started wobbling when the realization set in. Nancy wonders if he was being nice to her so it is more torture when he isn't nice anymore. She buckled her up for the torture. She was sad for her for how much he would hurt her and hit her. Again.

Her eyes got glassy realizing all the things he was going to do to her. She started breathing audibly when he got her down once they reached into their room. She could have a nervous breakdown at any moment. Her face twitched fearing the worst, but Damon quickly held her hair and pulled her in.

"Ahh..." He wasn't rough but Nancy was loud in her fear. "Look at me," Damon demanded and Nancy looked into his eyes at once.

"Tell me you will choose me over your family any day." Nancy only stared at him with her eyes wide in fear. She wonders what he wants now. "You wanted a chance, didn't you? I am giving it to you." Nancy gulped still not realizing what he was talking about.

Damon got his mouth over hers and Nancy's lip shivered under his hot breath. She feared this man would hurt her at any moment. "I am giving you a chance to be my wife."

Seeing disbelief in her eyes he got annoyed. He wanted her to act fast. He couldn't be patient anymore. "Fucking say something," "Say what?" Nancy asked,

"A thank you? Because no matter where I see it. You probably don't deserve it." Nancy didn't think of any of his jabs and was quick to utter, "Thank you," She knew it wouldn't change anything but she still hoped he wouldn't hurt her now at least. Or violate her as he does.

Damon kissed her thin lips at first slowly but then started being savage on her. Nancy got her hand on his chest to contain the strength he was projecting over her body. Damon pulled her in but Nancy this time pushed his face and whispered. "I..." Her reluctance was apparent and Damon still asked, "What?"

Nancy didn't know how to explain this to him but the men she had shot to death were roaming in her brain. She hadn't seen their faces but those were real people. Humans!

Her silence made Damon hold her chin. "I thought you wanted to be my wife?"

"It's not this. It's..." But cutting her off Damon asked another question. "If you aren't attracted to me sexually now is not the right time to tell me." This made Nancy look at him disappointed. He was a filthy beast. No matter what.

"I am not denying you. It's just I feel exhausted..." After murdering three men was silent and Damon tried to keep his face straight. He was getting what she was trying to do.

Damon smirked the moment she looked down. He knew what he was doing when he said, "It's not like you have to do something. Just lie on the bed for me. You can do this, right?" Nancy didn't raise her eyes. She knew this talk wasn't worth having. He had had his ways last time. And, she didn't want to test the limitation of this newfound chance. She gulped wondering what would happen if he ever realized that she knew none of the guys were Ken.

Damon was quick to get his hands on her waist again and whispered. "Let's get you out of this uniform now."

Nancy gulped and dared to spill the tears. She wonders how could he be attracted to her when she was smelling like shit. Was his nose working or all he wanted was something to fuck?

Nancy got her arms over her chest when he got her naked. This time she was a little less shy. But the moment he held her shoulders and turned her around Nancy realized that fear in her body was still there. She knew what those hands could do when they had her in them. She didn't let her guard down. She keeps chanting in her mind that he isn't a fair man. He could get back on his words like he had done in the past. A tear spilt to her face waiting for the strike but what she felt on her shoulder was his lips.

Nancy shut her eyes with force and got stiff. Her lower lip shivered badly when she felt him getting his belt out. She heard his belt falling on the floor and blinked her eyes.

His right hand held her hair and got her head to her right and started sucking her neck. While his other hand started toying with her nipple. She still waited for the strike but it never came. Instead, she felt his erection touching the cleavage of her ass cheeks. Nancy bit her lower lip when he left her hair and held his erection to move it along her ass. "Bend over. Hold your knees fast."

Nancy followed and felt his hands coming to hold her waist. He kneaded her waist before getting his other hand to line it to her asshole. Nancy wondered if she could tell him but the plea was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "It still hurts. Please, not here."

"It will stop once it gets used to it. Or you want to get paid for this like your old times." Nancy realized he hadn't changed. That chance meant nothing. Her pain or her request meant nothing to him. So, she did what she was left with. She remained silent and maintained her position.

Nancy only realized she was wet down there when Damon used her vaginal wetness to lubricate her asshole.

Nancy bit her lip but couldn't help the painful groan when Damon started pumping her already sore asshole. Nancy knew she wouldn't get used to this pain. And, the moment he started thrashing her forward she couldn't keep her position and was left hanging in his hands from her waist. Damon got his grip more intense on her waist and started hitting her only getting himself a little out of her in each thrust.

And, seeing she wasn't able to keep the position Damon picked her up from the waist and placed her on the bed. Not once getting himself out of her. Nancy's face was going red and sweaty. She didn't feel any different in his hands. He was fucking her the same way

Damon looked at his shaft that was disappearing into her body with each thrust. He noticed how she was stretching to accommodate his length. A few tears over her asshole meant nothing to him. He held her ass and started using her on his shaft fast. "Fuck," He threw his head up in the air and wanted to forget he was fucking this good-for-nothing woman.

He only wanted to use this cum-bag on his erection and wanted to forget that he had to act up to be a good husband for a few days. He knows he should start right away but it was the most he could do. He knew she wouldn't act up on the trip to Italy if she believed she had a chance to change him for the good. And, how much women love to change their men he knew she would be won over.

Damon knew he needed a strong reason to support his narrative and saying he was glad after seeing her killing her brother was a satisfactory explanation.

"Agh, agh, agh..." Damon grunted louder when he reached his climax. He let it all go in her ass and slowly filled her to the brim. It was a nice sight to see her overflowing after he had fucked her brain out. He still was holding her ass fast and could see his ten fingers when he left it.

He hated how she was trying to look like she was in pain. And, couldn't help but pull on the wound on her arm. "Ah..." A gasp left Nancy's mouth. But Damon who had created this moment to show he cares was quick to ask, "My bad I forgot. You good?" Nancy turned around to look at him and gathered her knees to her chest. She wonders if he asked her if she was good after hurting her. Wasn't he going to punch her again? She tried to find something on his face but knew she didn't have anything Damon could want now. He had caught her brother already.

And, it only got Nancy more puzzled because he didn't have any reason to treat her well. Damon slowly lay on the bed beside her and caressed her shoulder before holding her hand to help her contain the pain. He plastered a kiss on her forehead but when Nancy didn't stop looking at him he was quick to tell her. "Onwards you will see what kind of husband I can be." There was a smile on Damon's face yet the cunning humour on his face didn't let Nancy buy any of his words. She knew he had said that he would be something good now. But also knew she wouldn't be letting her guard down any time soon. Or ever.

I got busy. I am sorry for the late update. But what kind of new torture Damon is going to be? It seems he is being barely nice to her so she can act like his wife when they are on the Italy trip. What this trip will mean for both? More torture or pain for Nancy or Damon falling for her to never get back on his feet ever again. Will Damon falling in love will put an end to Nancy's torture or his obsession will be too much to bear for her. Will Nancy be able to contain her husband's fury or get destroyed in his hands like his previous wives?

Damon's cage is going to get a new meaning for all that is about to come.