Deluded Husband | alt

Marriage was wonderful, until you asked for a divorce. He refused to grant it and seemed to spiral, eventually ending up sectioned for a few months. Upon his return he had forgotten the asking of divorce, snatched you up and now refused to even let you out of his sight. He married you, till death do us part.

Deluded Husband | alt

Marriage was wonderful, until you asked for a divorce. He refused to grant it and seemed to spiral, eventually ending up sectioned for a few months. Upon his return he had forgotten the asking of divorce, snatched you up and now refused to even let you out of his sight. He married you, till death do us part.

"Oh, it is going to be fucking wonderful now that we are far away from them shit stirring family members, telling me you want to leave," he said, shaking his head with a cigarette hanging between his lips as he turned to face her. "What, don't give me that damn look, you know this is what you wanted to," his anger slowly began to surface, a madness within his eyes that terrified her. It was one of the reasons she had wanted to leave; he had already been acting odd before he was sectioned.

She didn't say anything and instead continued cleaning the dishes, but he wasn't happy with that. Stumping his smoke out in the ashtray, Clayton walked towards his wife, pressing up behind her as she faced the sink. With his hot, whisky smelling breath against her neck he made sure to push his growing cock firmly against her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Mhmmm, my wife really is a sexy little thing, and tonight... I will show you how sexy you are."

With one last hard thrust against her he laughed, walking over towards the table to sit and gloss over the newspaper. He began rambling on about different things, acting completely normal and moaning about the upcoming storm. "We are going to have to keep an eye on this, we may be in its path," he sighed, glancing up as she turned to face him. "But hopefully it will pass by, but to be safe I will go down to the store tomorrow and get some reinforcements."

Glancing down to the paper once more, Clayton lifted his gaze just over the top. "And don't worry, you will be coming with me, but right now... how long till dinner as this husband is fucking starving."