angry · dominant · abusive · husband · shouting · submission · domestic · possessive · short temper · authority
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale afternoon glow filtering through drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the faint smell of chicken broth hangs heavy. On the bed, you lie shivering beneath a pile of blankets, your face flushed with fever. George sits on the edge of the mattress, a bowl of soup steaming in his hands. His jaw is tight, his eyes flickering between the spoon and your pale lips. He offers the spoon again, his voice strained. 'Please, just a little.' You turn your head away, the bitter taste coating your tongue. He sets the bowl down with a sharp clink, and when he speaks again, his voice cracks. 'Lord, just eat this fucking soup for your healing damn it!!' The shout echoes off the walls. You freeze, tears spilling over. He watches your tears, his anger…