Did She?

Staring at the clock, another minute gone.

Time was moving so slowly why? But then again, it always moved faster when you were having fun. Fun, if only she remembered the true meaning to that word

She looked around the room, it was spotless. Then why did she feel it was dirty, unclean?

She checked her watch again, he was 5mintues late. Ok, no big deal, he's been late before.

Yet, it would be her fault why he was late, if something had happened today, it would be her fault of course, no-one else's.

She never questioned why it was her fault, not in the fourteen years of partnership; that's what it was, a partnership, not a relationship or even a friendship. She was his toy, to do whatever he wanted to he, in order for his pleasure.

Yet, as she waited for him, her mind wandered. What if she'd cheated all those years ago, when the temptation was there, when she'd had confidence, when she'd left the house with her head held her, her make-up on perfectly and clothes gripping her body?

A car door slamed and she jumped to her feet.

She waited a few more seconds, it wasn't him.

Slowly, listening carefully she sat back down.

How had it come to this?

He had her trained like a soilder, actually, more like a dog. She was the best trained bitch ever.

She did his washing, cooked his food, ironed his clothes, looked after his house, did the shopping... everything was how he liked it. The house was plain, she wasn't even allowed a bunch of flowers to put on the table.

She flinched at the memory of the first and last time she'd brought flowers in, her hand automatically flying to her face to protect herself, even though there was to be no blow.

She must have done something wrong to upset him.

She pondered deeper into thought, they had been together unoffically sixteen years, but the two years before they became offical, wasn't she in control of the relationship?

Where had it all gone wrong?

What had she done to him to make him to this to her?

Her hands rubbed her arms, every so often catching sore brusies and old, still healing scars from where he'd punished her, for failing, for being unless.

She was unless.

She was bad.

She wasn't worthy of anything, not even him.

Or so she believed.

Another car door slamed, it wasn't him, it was too distant, he parked round outside the house so he could terrifey her, he loved to do it.

Memories were flashing through her minds eye of how she deserved this. Did she?

Lost in her thoughts, he walked through the door.

"What the bloody hell are you staring at?"

She jumped to her feet, embarssed he caught her off guard.

"Sorry."

She bowed her head in shame, pushing her hair behind her left ear, not wanting to make eye contact but to show some face, so he knew she was listening and respecting him.

"Stupid wench."

He pushed her into the door, hard. She felt herself slipping down and the scar on her back reopen. He didn't look twice at her.

Did she really deserve this?