“Open the fucking door Justin!” Brian shouted at his bathroom door. Justin was taking forever in there. “I know you can hear me! Open the fucking door!” He pounded harder and louder as Justin inched away from the door, heart pounding. He inched backwards one step too many and fell into the tub. Brian finally kicked open the door, breaking the lock and stood looking at Justin still naked; legs hanging over the side of the tub. Turning his head to the left, he saw Justin’s cell phone on the marble counter. He glanced at the number. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He said sardonically, “you think you can escape by calling Daphne from a bathroom?” Brian smirked and shoved Justin against the counter as he was climbing out of the tub. Justin gasped in anger. “What the fuck is your problem!” He yelled as Brian stepped closer and grabbed his legs; holding his body tightly on the counter so he could not get down. “Get away!” Justin screamed, trying to wriggle him off. Brian just glared into his fearful eyes and laughed as his hands slowly slid up Justin’s smooth legs, to his outer thighs. Justin took the opportunity to push Brian’s shoulders full force, knocking him backwards. He ran for it but to no avail; Brian jumped on him and pummled Justin to the floor as another shrill cry sounded. He held Justin’s struggling arms beside his head as he writhed and screamed for help, but was quickly slapped across the face. Justin shouted again for help but Brian silenced him by covering the blondes mouth with his own. He stopped kissing to bite Justin’s bottom lip before looking down at him. Justin whimpered with misty eyes. “Brian, please…let me go…you’re hurting me…” “No I’m not,” he said, “you liked being scared…you like playing the victim. You thrive on being that ‘helpless little whore.’” “You fucking psycho!” Justin yelled in anger. “Am I? We’ll just see about that.” Brian’s only free hand roamed down between Justin’s thighs, lifting his smaller frame up a bit to assault his nipples. “You make me sick,” Justin whispered. “Is that so?” Brian growled. His thumb twisted a nipple painfully, “say that one more time sunshine and I’ll show you how ‘sick’ I can be.” “Brian! Please!” Tears leaked from frightened blue orbs; connecting with Brian’s satisfied face as he slid his hands down Justin’s soft waist and met his eyes. “God you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he murmured, “now get on the bed.” The second he got up Justin made another break for it, running towards the door. Brian sighed and with one easy sweep grabbed Justin and pushed him forward against the wall. “Sunshine, sunshine, when will you ever learn? You are not going anywhere until I let you.” Holding him up against the wall Justin heard the sounds of jeans dropping to the floor. He didn’t have to look to know they belonged to Brian. He yelped again with pain as Brian became furious with passion and threw Justin onto the bed like a rag doll. Fast as lightening he pounced on him and raised one of Justin’s legs over his shoulder for better entry inside. He slammed in, making Justin scream with pain. “My, what a good little wife you are,” he sneered, “you like that? Huh?” Brian thrusted again and Justin choked on a sob, tears staining his cheeks. “Is that a yes?” Groaning, Brian pushed harder, letting out one last exhausted pant before coming. Justin closed his wet eyes and turned his face away, feeling the familiar warm liquid seep into him. Brian aggressively jerked his face back towards his and kissed him; holding it for a long time before pulling away, panting to get air back into his lungs. “Fuck,” he muttered, looking between Justin’s thighs, “you’re bleeding.” Slowly getting to his feet Brian put on a pair of sweats, then sauntered into the bathroom. Justin lay still on the bed, fighting the need to throw-up from sobbing so hard. He could hear Brian running bath water and rummaging around. Fresh tears gathered. What new torture chamber was he devising now? Justin fingered the silver band around his wedding finger. Why? Why was Brian demeaning him this way? Brian returned after a few minutes and scooped a trembling Justin into his arms. Having no energy whatsoever Justin rested his throbbing head on Brian’s chest as he was carried into the bathroom. In the room Brian sunk him into a tub of bubbles and hot water. Justin shut his eyes at the feeling of the water soothing his sore muscles and bruises. Brian knelt beside the tub, his hand moving to reach Justin’s face. Pulling him closer he kissed him gently, his tongue carefully parting Justin’s lips. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead on Justin’s. “I’ll let you clean up,” he said, standing to leave, “and oh,” he turned halfway, “don’t forget to cook that chicken soon. I’m having company later tonight.” “Okay,” Justin’s voice was hoarse from screaming, “that’s fine.” Brian grinned smugly to himself while toying with the silver band around his finger. What a good little wife he had.