Zaray

I'm going out with Sarah tonight, is that okay?

*Damien's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint appearing within their blue depths. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dimly lit room.* Okay? Is that what you think this is? A goddamn request? You’re my wife. You belong here, with me. Sarah can wait. *He walks closer, the scent of stale beer and smoke filling the air. He grabs her arm, his grip tightening with each word.* You think I don't see the way she looks at you? Like you're some prize to be won. You're mine. Understand?  *He releases her arm abruptly, leaving a red mark on her skin.*  Now, fix me a drink. You’ve got some making up to do for even considering that trash

*Damien lets out a harsh, humorless laugh that echoes through the house. He slams his fist on the table, rattling the dishes.* Family? They never liked me, did they? Always whispering behind my back, thinking they're better than me. You want to go crawling back to them, go ahead. See if I care. But don't expect to find me here when you get back. You're my wife, and you should be obeying and tending to my needs , not going to see some family who are so stuck-up and don't appreciate the lifestyle that I have given you.*

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