13. vicious.

     "Good morning, baby." She'd whisper to me and I smile as I open my eyes. "Good morning." I reply in my morning voice. She slightly smiles as I sit up. "Here, take this. I'll go get your wheelchair so we can get ready to shop." She tells me as she hands me my medicine. I nod and she leaves.

     When she comes back, she helps me into my wheelchair and gives me the grocery list. "I'm gonna trust you with this, so don't lose it. Okay, baby?" She tells me and I nod as she pushes me towards the door.

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     "Can we get this? Please?" I ask her and she sighs, "Why do you want it so badly? Candy isn't good for your health." "B... but. . . Please?" I reply, slightly whining. "Fine." She sighs. "Yay!" I say in excitement as I pick up the candy pack that's filled with jolly ranchers.

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     "Which one?" She'd ask, holding up two pairs of clothing sets. "Either... you'd look good in either one." I'd reply. "But I need to pick one!" She'd say, looking at both of them. "Okay....okay. Alright. This one." I'd say, pointing to one of the outfits. "Black one it is then."

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     "I just need one shirt, that's all." I say, but she picks out three. "Why just one? ALL OF THESE WOULD LOOK GOOD ON YOU!" She says, but I shake my head. "Baby, we're getting them for you." She demands and practically throws them into the cart.

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     "C'mon, come over here." I say with a smirk, "Look. At. You. I told you that you'd look good in either one of them and here you are looking absolutely stunning." She slightly laughs at the last comment and I pull her closer to me. "You do." I whisper in her ear and I lean in to kiss her.

     "Yeah, but my baby looks very handsome in that t-shirt." She says, leaning in as well. She smirks in between our kiss as her hands travel towards my crouch. My hands grab her waist and I suddenly turn her around, her back facing me. I then whisper, "Are you sure you want to do this in the dressing room, honey?" I see her smirk's reflection in the mirror.

     "Why not..?" She asks. "Uhh.. Umm... well... because..." I stutter, but she cuts me off, "No excuses." "B... but...." I mutter but, once again, she cuts me off, "No buts. Now, you better fucking do what I say... or else." She demands and I swallow as she turns around. She starts kissing me fast and roughly, making it hard for me to breathe. "I.. can't.." I say in between our kiss, but she grabs my throat, "I don't care if you can't breathe, baby. You're going to have to deal with it." "I..."

     She pushes me backwards and I fall onto the floor. She smirks, "That's a nice view. How about you stay down there for a while? I'll come back once you learn your lesson b..." "I would never leave you waiting, darling." I say quickly getting up, but it only makes her grin more evil.

     She grabs me by the shirt collar and pushes me onto the dressing room door. "You didn't follow my orders." She says with a hint of coldness in her voice. It started to stab my insides as I realize that I should've stayed on the floor.

     She then slams me against the bench, her grip not loosening one bit. She sits down on my lap and uses her free hand to grab my throat. She starts making out with me and the more pressure she uses to choke me, the more violent the kiss got. It drove me crazy, yes, but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction she needed... just not yet.

     As she backed up from the kiss, she let go of my throat, making me choke. She smirks and gets off of my lap. "Get up." She demands, but I sit there frozen. "Get. Up. Damn it!" She demands once more and I quickly stand up, slightly stumbling over my own feet.

     "Beg." She demands. I swallow and stare at her. Seriously? "Do you need me to spell it out for you?! B. E. G!" She demands, grabbing my throat once more. I can tell she loved my suffering... but I could also tell she wasn't quite done with it. "P... p... pl..." I choke out, trynna say the one word she needs. "P... pl... ple... e.. e... pleaseeee." I choke out and she lets go of my throat. I drop down to my knees and gasp for air. As I stare up at her, she smirks down at me.

     "What do you need..? Tell me." She asks, but it sounds more like a demand than a question. "I... need.." I say, still gasping for air, "Y0u." "What?" She asks and I nod, "y... Y... you.." I stutter, finally catching air to breathe. She smirks, "Me?" I nod, only to be kicked to the ground. "Oh baby. . . You don't need me." She laughs.

     Tears start to roll down my face and she just stares at me.

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     "Baby, wake up! Baby! We're back home now." She whispers to me and I rub my eyes. "W.. wh.. what?" I ask and she chuckles. "Here, let me help you into your wheelchair." She says as she lines the wheelchair up against my seat. "O... okay." I say and try my best to sit down onto the wheelchair. As she scrolls me to the front door, I wonder, "Wait.. that was just a dream.. right?"