Loyalty. It makes people do things they normally wouldn’t do for the acknowledgement of another person.
The house was almost finished. Nyx had spent all day setting up the wooden slats over the windows. “Don will be so pleased when he sees this,” she said to herself in almost a giggle. The house was almost a castle, it was so detailed. She dedicated every portion of the house to things Don likes; the color green, black lilies, symmetrical alignment. Everything in the house was perfect except for one small corner in the far reaches of the house, which had a red stool and a book entitled War of the Woods. For her own enjoyment.
Finally, she had finished. And just in time, too, for her husband Don was about to be home. She ecstatically …show more content…
“Wouldn’t they make fun of me for being ugly, not pretty? Why did they show me the mirror if I already know I’m ugly.” She huffed at herself, “They want you to obsess over this Nyxie. You can’t let them get to you.” So she tried her hardest not to think about it anymore.
Nyx didn’t forget about it, though. She began to look at herself in pools of water; trying to envision any kind of beauty that they might have seen in her face. But nothing came. She was, truly, the ugliest being in existence and she no longer understood why. Why was she cursed to this wretched body, why would Don ever marry someone like her, why would anyone raise her if she were this ugly.
She didn’t remember her parents, or anyone before she met Don, for that matter. She assumed it was because her love blinded her of everyone who doesn’t matter. She wondered if Don remembered anyone before her as well. He never spoke of anyone so she assumed he did. “Why would anyone remember me and not anyone else though? Wouldn’t he try to think of a pretty face than remember mine?” she muttered to herself as she scrubbed the …show more content…
She had a tired and fearful look in her eye that he sickly adored the sight of. Nyx had never really been this close to her husband before so she instinctively trembled in his arms; making him even more excited.
Before Nyx could react, Don shoved her against a wall and put something very odd in a place she never knew she had in her anatomy. He began to force himself inside of this new place over and over again while she wailed with newfound pain. Every cry she made only carried him faster in his thrusts until he abruptly stopped. She slumped down to her knees and hugged herself while screaming in continuous agony. Don merely rolled his eyes and smacked her across the face before leaving the room. She didn’t move for the rest of the night, but didn’t sleep either.
The next morning, Nyx wasn’t the same. She didn’t try to receive affection from her mate, but she continued in her chores as usual. she didn’t talk to herself, question the way things were or even talked much at all, really. She didn’t sleep, she didn’t eat and she made sure to never look in a mirror. Don noticed this, but didn’t much care to fix it. He just enjoyed her newfound silence and decided that whenever she was acting up, he’d just repeat what happened that night and get her right back into this blissful
The house was almost finished. Nyx had spent all day setting up the wooden slats over the windows. “Don will be so pleased when he sees this,” she said to herself in almost a giggle. The house was almost a castle, it was so detailed. She dedicated every portion of the house to things Don likes; the color green, black lilies, symmetrical alignment. Everything in the house was perfect except for one small corner in the far reaches of the house, which had a red stool and a book entitled War of the Woods. For her own enjoyment.
Finally, she had finished. And just in time, too, for her husband Don was about to be home. She ecstatically …show more content…
“Wouldn’t they make fun of me for being ugly, not pretty? Why did they show me the mirror if I already know I’m ugly.” She huffed at herself, “They want you to obsess over this Nyxie. You can’t let them get to you.” So she tried her hardest not to think about it anymore.
Nyx didn’t forget about it, though. She began to look at herself in pools of water; trying to envision any kind of beauty that they might have seen in her face. But nothing came. She was, truly, the ugliest being in existence and she no longer understood why. Why was she cursed to this wretched body, why would Don ever marry someone like her, why would anyone raise her if she were this ugly.
She didn’t remember her parents, or anyone before she met Don, for that matter. She assumed it was because her love blinded her of everyone who doesn’t matter. She wondered if Don remembered anyone before her as well. He never spoke of anyone so she assumed he did. “Why would anyone remember me and not anyone else though? Wouldn’t he try to think of a pretty face than remember mine?” she muttered to herself as she scrubbed the …show more content…
She had a tired and fearful look in her eye that he sickly adored the sight of. Nyx had never really been this close to her husband before so she instinctively trembled in his arms; making him even more excited.
Before Nyx could react, Don shoved her against a wall and put something very odd in a place she never knew she had in her anatomy. He began to force himself inside of this new place over and over again while she wailed with newfound pain. Every cry she made only carried him faster in his thrusts until he abruptly stopped. She slumped down to her knees and hugged herself while screaming in continuous agony. Don merely rolled his eyes and smacked her across the face before leaving the room. She didn’t move for the rest of the night, but didn’t sleep either.
The next morning, Nyx wasn’t the same. She didn’t try to receive affection from her mate, but she continued in her chores as usual. she didn’t talk to herself, question the way things were or even talked much at all, really. She didn’t sleep, she didn’t eat and she made sure to never look in a mirror. Don noticed this, but didn’t much care to fix it. He just enjoyed her newfound silence and decided that whenever she was acting up, he’d just repeat what happened that night and get her right back into this blissful