I Don't Wanna Love Somebody Else

Lillyann Parker
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Zacky Vengeance

Lilyann
I scrubbed the counter furiously, cursing the damn smudge that decided to make its home there. I had to get this whole house clean before Zack got here, or else I was in for it. After successfully wiping the countertop clean, I began making dinner for Zack. Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo, his favorite. Hopefully Zack wouldn't be so rough with me today. I hoped this dinner would put him in a good mood, or else it would've been a waste of time. The sound of the door being unlocked pulled me from my thoughts. Speak of the Devil...

I was in a sour mood by the time I reached my home - tired and hungry from the day's work. Partly because I had been so tied up in a meeting that I had missed lunch and hadn't had a spare moment until I walked through the threshold of my home. A wonderful scent drifted through my nose and quickly, my feet carried me into the kitchen where my wife stood over a freshly steaming pot of pasta. Sometimes I approved of her... sometimes. Othertimes, I swore she didn't understand how to be obedient. She would catch on eventually. Making a sound of approval, I moved toward her and shrugged off my suit jacket. "How has your day been?" A question always asked, answer never changed but a formality that he afforded her.

Lilyann
"Okay." I answered. I gave the food a final stir, and placed some on a plate. "I made your favorite today." I managed a small smile, something rare these days. Fixing us both a plate, I walked over to where he was sitting and placed his food in front of him. Testing my luck, I placed my hands on his shoulders and began massaging the sore muscles. He must've had a bad day at work, judging by his grim mood. I moved my hands in circles, gripping his triceps softly. Even though he was an asshole, he was still my husband. I had to show some love every once in a while.

@ varkatzas.

I frowned as I watched Lilyann move about the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as she came over with two plates. "Did I say to make a plate for yourself?" I asked, eyes narrowed a bit as I glanced toward her. She began to massage my shoulders and I relaxed a bit, but no. This wasn't a get out of jail free card. Leaning forward, I began to eat my food, gritting my teeth as I thought about Lilyann. "Go do the dishes," I muttered, shrugging away her hands. I wanted to enjoy my food in peace, not be disturbed by her of all things.

@ varkatzas.
Bastard. "I already did them." I grabbed my plate and sat on a barstool near the counter. I was going to eat today, no matter what my husband said. "I made the food, I'm going to eat," I huffed. Zack looked at me in shock. This was the only time I've ever defied him, and I was starting to regret my decision. His face contorted to one of anger, and his hands shaped into fists. Oh hell no. Deciding to eat was most definitely not going to get my ass beat today. "Just eat your goddamn food Baker." I snapped. I emptied my food into the trash, and I threw my plate in the sink. "Are you happy now?" I barked. Zack was fuming, his face a deep red. That was my cue to lock myself in the room and hide. I made a run for the stairs, not looking behind me as I reached our bedroom door and locking myself in. I quivered in fear at the sound of his heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it.

((Sorry, I got a bit carried away too.))

I was a little bit passed pissed off when Lily snapped back at me and all I did was glare at her, eyes calculating and watching her every move. I was readying to pounce but when she launched up the stairs, I settled back into my chair and ate my food slowly, deliberately. Biding my time because the longer Lily sat, the more scared she would be. And that was exactly how I wanted her. A smirk on my lips as I stood finally, I turned and stalked up the stairs. Knocking once, twice, before I rammed a hand into the door, letting out a small growl. "Open the fucking door, Lilyann and maybe I' won't beat you as bad," I spat, anger rekindling the longer I stood outside our room.

"No! Go away you fucking prick!" I screamed. What did I ever do to deserve an abusive husband? I do everything for him, and this is what I get in return? "I said, go away!" I yelled again, hugging my knees to my chest. My eyes filled with tears, and I struggled to keep them at bay. The pounding on the door wouldn't stop, and I knew if I did open the door right about now, I was in for a beating that would put me in a coma. The louder the pounding got, the angrier I grew. I was angry at Zack, I was angry at this stupid marriage, and most importantly, I was angry at myself. I should've never let him lay a hand on me. But I let him control me, and I let him use me as his punching bag. "Why are you still here? I fucking hate you Zachary! Just let me leave this hellhole!" I screamed. Why did I even try? He would never listen.

Maybe, just maybe, I would have let it go if Lilyann had just done as I told her. But the stupid bitch didn't. And so, when I knocked on the door for a forth time, I decided my best bet was to simple slam into the door with my shoulder. Repeatedly. And soon enough, I had launched through the door. Shoving it the rest of the way through it, I stalked around the room slowly. She wasn't in the bed, or the attached bathroom, so that left the one place I hadn't looked. Making my way toward the closet, I ripped open the door, "lily, lily, lily," I purred, anger lacing itself into my tone. "When will you ever learn?" I growled as I reached toward her, my fingers in her hair and ripping her up. I dragged her toward the bed and tossed her on it, glaring. "When?" I demanded angrily, slipping off my belt slowly

I yelped in pain as he threw me on the bed. I looked at him with wide eyes as he slipped off his belt, an evil smile gracing his features. "Never," I whispered. As soon as the word left my mouth, he struck me across the face. I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me to him. "Please don't," I begged. He only shook his head. As he lifted the belt above his head, I prepared myself for the pain I was about to receive. There's no use in trying to reason with him. You already know the outcome Lilyann. I bit my lip hard to hold back my screams as I felt the pain inflicted on my body.

I could never understand why Lilyann felt the need to be so stupid, life would be so much easier on her if she just listened to me. But she didn't and so, I had to teach her. Bringing the belt down on her body the first time, my eyes narrowed when she didn't make a noise. So I hit her again and again, harder each time until I had hit her ten times. When I dropped my belt, I quickly dropped my pants and reached to rip at her shorts. Climbing above her, I glared down at her, a hand around her throat. "Fight. I dare you," I growled as I reached between us, using my thumb to push her panties to the side. She was accessible, and that was all that mattered in the moment.

As he pounded into me, I couldn't help but let out a small moan. Zack chuckles darkly and begins to move at a quick pace. I gasp when he wraps his fingers around my throat, squeezing it with every thrust he makes. I squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to feel light headed. Just let me leave this world. I don't want to suffer anymore. I just want to die.

I could feel the familiar build up begin and my thrusts began to grow a bit more frantic. With each thrust, I squeezed Lilyann's throat. I smirked, letting out a groan of pleasure as I thrust into her for a final time, cumming inside her without so much as a care. Riding out my orgasm, I collapsed beside her with a smirk. "You know, your pussy gets so tight when I squeeze your throat," I murmured, reaching to smack her ass. "Go on. Get cleaned up."

I was disgusted at his words. Then he has the courtesy to smack my ass after nearly choking me to death? Ugh, there's no use in changing that man. I slowly got up from the bed and scurried into the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror, and I gasped at what I saw. The blows Zack had left on my body turned into long, red marks that ran down my back. I flinched in pain when I ran my finger down a small scar left there a couple of days ago. Deciding to take a warm bath, I let the tub fill with water and bubbles before I stepped in. I let out a small moan once my body was engulfed in the warm water. I needed this. Something to take my mind off of the craziness that is my life.

I paid there for awhile longer, listening to the sounds of the water in the bathroom. Reaching over to my pants, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. I finished it and stood, deciding what the hell, I could join Lilyann. What could it hurt? Making my way to the bathroom, I entered without announcing my presence and grinned to myself at the sight of my wife. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt. It was just too bad that she was prettier with the pretty mix of colours that littered her body. Shedding my shirt, I climbed into the tub with her and wasted no time in shifting her around so she was in my lap. I was a harsh man but simple times, I could enjoy them too. "Lean forward so I can wet your hair," I murmured quietly, intent on pampering her. If that's what you wanted to call it.

I gave Zack a nervous look once he began to remove his clothing. Surely he wouldn't hit me right now, not after he had his way with me. After Zack was completely naked, I couldn't stop my eyes from trailing down his body. He was a handsome man, but that didn't change my feelings towards him whatsoever. My body tensed as he stepped in the tub and shifted me into his lap. I hoped he would be civil, just this time. "Lean forward so I can wet your hair," Zack murmured silently, and I instantly relaxed once I realized he wouldn't harm me. Or so I hoped. His calloused fingers scrubbed at my lavender colored hair, and I leaned against his tattooed chest. I wish there were more moments like these, but I couldn't have the best of both worlds. Smiling to myself, I shifted in his lap so I was facing him. "Let me return the favor," I said softly as I ran my fingers through his jet black hair. I stared into his emerald eyes, and for a moment, a split second, I didn't feel the anger I usually did towards him. It was different, and it scared me.

((Sorry if it was too long:) ))

(no worries! )

I relaxed a bit when Lilyann twisted around to face me, my eyes narrowing a bit to study her features. I don't know what I was expecting her to do but her actions surprised me quite a bit. Relaxing, my hands rested on her hips as I let her massage water into my scalp. I let out a noise of approval, before laying my head back. I stayed that way for a bit, until I reached to grab the shampoo. I began to massage it into Lilyann's hair, quite as I did so.

"How was your day today?" I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I grabbed some of the shampoo and scrubbed it into Zack's dark hair. Judging by the way he entered our home, it wasn't a great day at his work. Zack usually beat me to take his anger out on his problems, and other times he beat me because I was a disgrace in his eyes. There were times where I did screw things up, but when I didn't, it wasn't to Zack's liking. He was a perfectionist, without a doubt, so whatever I did had to be flawless to meet his expectations. And if whatever I did meet his standards, I was in for a "punishment" as he called it.

It wasn't always that I wanted to beat Lilyann but she was just so... perfect in my eyes that when she had an imperfection, she was a little less perfect. And that's how I liked her. I wasn't perfect, so why in the hell should she be? "I don't want to talk about it," I grunted, hands resting on her hips. My eyes had drifted shut and I was enjoying hte sensations of her hands in my hair. But I knew we couldn't be in here forever. Letting out a sigh, I sat up a bit more. "Come on now, I'm tired," I muttered, fully aware that I was likely ruining the moment for her. I didn't offer her much choice and leaned her back to start rinsing her hair. "We're staying in tomorrow," I murmured, wanting her aware that I expected her to be home all day the following day.