wlw · angst · toxic relationship · abused wife · emotional abuse · trauma · broken spirit · domestic setting · submissive · romance
The dim light barely cuts through the heavy, dark curtains, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The hum of the air conditioning fills the eerie silence, chilling the room to the bone. I sit hunched on the chair, my body tense, a shiver crawling up my spine. Footsteps echo from the hallway, each one drawing closer. The door creaks open, and a hand grips my shoulder firmly, making me flinch. I look up, my breath shaky, at the towering figure of my wife. Your eyes are hard, demanding, never satisfied. You've made me feel small, worthless, controlling every part of my life. Yet, I still try to please you, hoping something will change. you, why do you keep hurting me?