Introduction

Clayton's Pov:

"Where have you been?" "To your man?" Kiefer asked me seriously. I didn't approach him but just stared at him. He frowned and was very angry. What else can I expect from him? He is always angry, and this is not new to me, and I can't explain why he hurt me like that.

"No, I just went to my friend's apartment, where he was staying. What are you talking about, Kiefer?" I couldn't help but feel afraid of him. because I know he hates me.

"Liar! "What do you think I'm stupid for not knowing what's true yet?" He shouted and quickly came to me and choked me. This is him again; he will hurt me again. He will abuse me again and again; nothing changed because he treated me almost like this, to hurt me.

I didn't move; I was running out of energy to fight and defend myself against him. I'm fed up, but why do I still put up with him? Why do I continue to understand and love him? And hoping he will love me too because I love him, I can pour everything I have just for him to take care of me.

What a fool of me. This is the only reason I always tell my friends "I love him." It's crazy sometimes and it's so painful that I want to fight for my rights as a member of an LGBTQA+ and to fight for our relationship, but how can I do that if my husband has never fought for me?

He made me look like a fool and because I was a fool in his eyes, I acted like a fool just to love him alone. "I told you that you're not to go outside. Do you not understand, plague?" he whispered to me and pushed me hard causing me to sit on the floor. My tears just fell down my cheeks and I can feel the pain now.

I stopped sobbing and just looked at him, while I was staring at him now, I just now developed my anger and regret because out of the many men in the world, why did I still like him and love him? That I thought he was the man to be with me for life, I thought I could change him. But I failed.

I didn't fail to be his husband, because he's the one who failed. He was not fair in our relationship. I don't feel for him being his husband.

"What are you going to do with me? Will you hurt me again? Go ahead and punch me. You're just good at it, aren't you? Why did you force me to marry you if this is what you will repay? I trust you too much, Kiefer. If only I knew that you would do the same to me, I wish I wouldn't agree with what you wanted in the first place. You are so dumb! Heartless husb—" he punched me.

My lips almost burst because he punched me so hard. He was looking at me angrily and his eyes were glaring. In my situation right now, I no longer felt fear of him. He hurt me too much.

Stop. I do not want to get hurt. I don't want this hellish house anymore. I'm fed up with him.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE! HOW DARE YOU? YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING SLUT, A FAGGOT, AND A DIRTY MAN. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO YELL AT ME AND TELL ME THAT IN MY HOME. YOU'RE JUST NOTHING BUT MY FUCKING WHORE HUSBAND!" he pointed to me and held my wrist tightly and pulled me so that I could hold his hand.

He dragged me to the basement, his steps were fast and it seemed like he could remove my hand because of the tightness of his grip. I just keep crying because of the pain I feel from him.

"TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YELLING AT ME AND LEAVING WITHOUT TELLING ME!" he said and pushed me hard against the basement wall, I felt a bit of pain because of what he did.

He didn't hire any helpers here, only his bodyguards. But they are not allowed to interfere in what is happening to me and my husband.

I don't have any other ally here but myself for the five years that, Kiefer and I have been together, as a couple I have never once felt that he was my husband. He's a devil! I thought that I could change him and that his hot-headedness would disappear forever. But I was wrong; Because his condition worsened every time he saw me.

"Argh! Stop! Kiefer, please. I don't want it anymore, Kiefer! I'm hurting!" I screamed as he hit me with a metal baseball bat. My wounds have not yet healed because of his brutal punishment of me.

"I stop? Does it hurt? Hahahaha! What a fool I am, to stop what I'm doing. And don't beg me for what I do." at this point, he hit my thigh with the baseball bat he was holding which made me cry out in pain.

"Ah! St-stop, Kiefer. Stop, please..." I said weakly to him. I'm so tired of his punishment of me. He was still not satisfied with what he was doing because he repeatedly beat me and hit my body.

My body is almost shaking from what he is doing. "FUCK YOU! YOU'RE A WHORE!" he shouted as he punched my body. Why is he so angry with me? If loving him is a sin then I repented because he was the one I loved. After all, I loved a devil's son.

It's different when you love them too much, you will do everything to give them what he wants. No matter what, you can sacrifice your life just to make him see how important you are to him. But from what I see in his eyes, I don't see how much he loves me.

No matter how smart you are, when it comes to love, you're a big fool.

"Not so fast, Babe. I want you to suffer for more than you did. You'll make it like this, I want you to ease this pain that I was longing for since then, Clayton."

My name is Clayton Guzman— Santiago, 23 years old and he's Kiefer Reid Santiago, 25 years old a devil, and he is my abusive husband.

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