Chapter 4

The opening of the hotel room door brought her back to reality, and she quickly jumped back into bed. She lay down, and closed her eyes. She started to do mock breathing patterns, and she clutched the covers for dear life. Her body started to tremble.

'Please let him be in a good mood,' Patricia silently prayed.

"Get up bitch," Matt hissed while walking over to the bed, and pulling the covers from her body.

'Guess he's going to be in a evil mood,' Patricia said to herself.

Not answering, for fear what he might to do next, Patricia got up and Matt moved out of the way.

"What no 'good morning, Sweet'," Matt asked her in a taunting voice as she got out of the bed.

Even though his voice seemed to be calm, she heard the undertone of a command. Turning her head, she looked at him, and she could smell the faint fragrance of Poison in the air.

'Amy's favorite fragrance,' Patricia commented to herself silently.

"Good morning," Patricia said sweetly to him.

Patricia also noticed how his eyes looked happy, like they were smiling. He gave her the look, and the grin, that told her point blank, 'I fucked Amy six ways from Sunday, bitch'. Matt eyed Patricia for a few moments, and noticed how her belly seemed to be getting rounder. Matt narrowed his eyes at her dangerously before telling her.

"Now get ready," Matt said to her "I have already packed your favorite denim skirt that goes down to your ankles, anklet socks, with that white tank top with the built in bra."

'Oppression,' her body cried out.

Patricia cut that cry from her mind. She didn't want another lesson in obedience or respect this morning. She grabbed the clothes he laid out on the chair, and went into the bathroom. Closing the door, she placed the clothes on the sink, and started to undress. She hated the fact that Matt picked out her clothes, like little children, and never allowed her to express what she wanted to wear. Matt had forbidden her to wear anything tight; jeans, shirts, skirts or other wrestling shirts that she loved wearing.

'Leave him Patricia,' her heart implored her. 'Before you end up dead somewhere'.

"I can't. I belong to him," Patricia cried softly, with tears springing into her eyes.

"That's right," Matt said to her opening the door and leering at her from the doorway of the bathroom. "Since you gave yourself to me I own you."

'More like forced me to give myself to you' Patricia said angrily to herself.

"Now take a shower," Matt said to her closing the door.

"Yes, Matt," Patricia said to him like an obedient slave.

Matt walked away from the door, and took off his leather belt.

"Soon her spirit will be broken," Matt said to himself.

***

The lukewarm water washed over her body, and tears went down her face. Tears of anguish and self-pity. She ran her hand down to her slightly rounded belly.

"I'm sorry," Patricia cried softly. "I'm so sorry."

Patricia fell to her knees, and her mind raced with thoughts of what Matt would say if she told him she was knocked up again.

"God, no, I can't tell him," Patricia reasoned. "He'll beat me senseless or tell me get an abortion again."

Now she was caught between a rock and hard place concerning herself, and now the welfare of an unborn child starting to grow within her. The water temperature changed turned to cool and she stood up quickly.

'I hope he didn't hear me,' She silently prayed.

She washed up quickly, and turned off the water. She reached out, and wrapped the white towel, provided by the hotel, around her dripping body. The rush of air welcomed her and she clutched the towel around her. She looked at Matt Hardy, her lover, holding a folded up leather belt in his hands and his eyes were blood red.

"You have been lying to me," Matt said to her, while closing the door behind him, and taking a step towards her.

"Lying to you about what," Patricia asked him racking her mind to figure out what he was talking about.

"About you being knocked up again," Matt said to her slapping the leather belt across his hand.

"Oh, my God," Patricia said while her face grew ghostly pale and she crowded next to the toilet for protection.

Chapter 5

It felt like horrifying or agonizing hours later to Patricia when the bathroom door opened and Matt walked out. But he turned his head, and paused at the doorway. All he could see was the near lifeless body of Patricia lying face, down in a pool of blood, and his cold-hearted anger faded away.

"Dear God," Matt said looking at her.

The belt welts started to turn from red to purple, and the air in the bathroom smelt like blood, sweat, mixed with a rough encounter of sex. Instantly he dropped the belt from his grasp, and it landed silently on the floor beside him.

"Help me," Patricia said above a whisper.

Hearing her voice, Matt snapped right into the brutalizing, jealous lover, and looked at her loathly.

"Help yourself," Matt snapped at her. "Then clean this mess up".

Matt bent down, and picked up the belt. He slammed the door shut, and placed the belt back on.

"God, I hurt all over," Patricia said softly, trying to sit up on her own.

Using the last bit of strength she had left she pushed herself up, and into the sitting position. Her eyes darted from the arena around her to her body, and she knew deep within her heart, Matt beat her so bad that he caused her again to miscarry.

'Does Amy see this side of him' She wondered to herself.

Tears filled her eyes as the realization of losing another child and the tears stung the cuts on her face. She hissed out in pain from the cuts, and slowly grabbed onto the toilet seat top for leverage. She stood up on wobbling legs as she started to clean herself up. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in utter pain, and after dressing she started to apply some foundation to cover the cuts and bruises on her face. Then, she began the agonizing task of cleaning up the bathroom.

Chapter 6

Matt tapped his foot impatiently as he sat on the edge of the bed staring holes at the bathroom door. He ran his fingers through his raven black hair that curled up on the ends. He smirked evilly in remembrance of beating the living shit out of Patricia and causing her to miscarry yet again.

"If she doesn't come out in a minut" Matt said to himself evilly "there's going to be a round 2".

Patricia opened the door and walked carefully. She winced at every step she took, because she could feel the faint throbbing of her center from the forcefulness of Matt. She blinked away tears that threaten to fall and she sucked it all up.

"I'm not giving the bastard the satisfaction of seeing my tears" Patricia said to herself walking over to Matt.

"Kneel before me," Matt ordered her, while standing up before her.

Patricia slowly got to one knee before him, and kept her eyes down at the floor. Matt smiled evilly as he reached for the zipper of his jeans. She knew what was next. Lifting her eyes up, she found herself staring up at the manhood of Matt lying out of its prison.

"Suck me off, bitch," Matt commanded her.

She raised herself upon her knees, and softly ran her tongue along the length causing Matt to moan in pleasure. Using her teeth she lightly nibbled, and her hands started to massage his balls. Matt fell down unto the edge of the bed and pushed himself into her mouth. Patricia nearly choked when he forced his member inside her mouth, and she slowly started to suck him. Slowly, like eating a lollypop, Matt pushed her head up and down just enjoying this act of pleasure. Matt held her head firmly, and his fingers pulled her hair, urging her to go faster. Feeling his member growing harder within her mouth, she sucked harder until his hot load filled her mouth and spilled down out of her lips. She felt it travel down her neck and she had no choice but shallow it all.

"That's great, honey," Matt said breathless to her, his body still shaking from it's release. "Damn, baby."

Patricia pushed him out her mouth, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She slowly backed away from him, and he placed his manhood back into his pants. He zipped up and sat up. He stared at her for a moment before getting off the bed and walking over to her. He patted her head and helped her up.

"Good doggie" She said to herself while Matt handed her two aspirins and bottled water.

Matt watched as she popped the aspirin into her mouth and gulp down some water. She felt his eyes on her, and her skin wanted to crawl off her body. Her skin broke out in goose bumps, and she finished drinking.

"Come on, my pet," Matt said to her, holding his hand out to her.

"Yes," Patricia said to him

"Yes what," Matt said to her, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Yes, master," Patricia, said in a toneless voice.

"Matt clutched her hand in his, and they left out of the hotel room. As Matt closed the hotel room, Patricia realized with drawing horror she finally understood what her life could be like if she didn't obey him. Now, she had become enslaved in the endless cycle of pleasure and pain, sometimes receiving passionate ecstasy and vile punishment in equal measurement depending on Matt's mood.

"God, help me". Patricia silently prayed. "Find a way from him, before the fire I have to resist him dies".

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