EroticReverie

Emmaline Donovan -Pritchett 

“Where have you been?” Henry asks his words slightly slurred together. 

“An art show.” I answer , keeping my coat around me. Not wanting to expose the dress I wore out. 

He huffs and swirls his crystal tumbler and takes a long slow drink of the amber liquid. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to go anywhere Emmaline.” He says and I try not to show fear. Because even after years of being with him, I still haven’t figured out which he enjoys more. My defiance or my cowering.  Not that it matters , both give him an excuse to terrorize me and put his hands on me. 

“I’m sorry.  You were busy , I didn’t want to bother you.” I say. It was mostly a lie. 

“Doesnt stop you any other time” he grumbles and takes another sip of his drink. 

“Whos art show did you go to this late at night?” He asks and I steady my voice. 

“Kase Gibson’s” I say. 

“Who the fuck is that?” He asks. 

“He was an artist at the showing last week.  He’d invited me when he saw me looking at his work.” I say. 

“I don’t remember that.” He says and I clench my jaw. 

“You were occupied. With the red head.” I say and he doesn’t miss the bitterness in my voice. 

“Is that what this is? You’re jealous so you throw your used up cunt at other men to try to piss me off?” He says his voice growing louder , angrier. I shake my head. 

“No. It was simply an art exhibit that I wanted to attend. I know better than to try to make you jealous.” I say and my hands curl into fists. 

“You’d have to give a fuck about me first in order to be jealous of another man.” I say. Knowing that jab will cost me. 

His nostrils flare. 

“Another man would have to fucking want you first Emmaline. I have nothing to worry about. Because you’re past your prime and your tits are starting to sag, and you’re a fucking useless cow.” He says as he spits his verbal venom. 

I’m 24. The skinniest I’ve ever been and my tits are smaller now but just fucking fine. Yet, his words carve my insecurities I try to ignore a bit deeper. 

There’s silence as I say nothing as he glares at me and I just stand there and he sucks his teeth and looks me up and down and then walks over to me and I try not to tremble. My body bracing itself for impact. Bracing itself for a smack, a punch, a kick. 

“You’re lucky I even keep you around” he snarls at me like I’m trash. 

“Do you really think anyone but me would tolerate your disrespectful bullshit with the way you look?” He asks , the loathing dripping from his lips. 

“Then divorce me. If I disgust you so much just fucking divorce me!” I crack and snap my mouth shut and he grabs my throat and the hand with the tumbler raises and I yelp and flinch as he hauls it across the room and I hear it shatter against the wall. 

“You’re mine!” He growls and shakes me by the neck and I push my hands to his chest. 

He steps forward and his hand on my neck makes me take steps backward as I whimper , barely able to breathe. 

My heels and his shoes crunch over the broken crystal that decorates the floor with evidence of his temper. 

I feel my eyes widen as I struggle to breathe and his hand looses an drags down and he rips open my coat and looks down as I gasp and lift a hand to my throat as he growls. 

“What kind of art show did you go to that requires you to dress like a fucking whore?” He says and pushes my coat off aggressively and makes it fall to the floor. 

“Did this Kase Gibson appreciate my wife’s slutty little display?” He growls and his hands push against the mesh at my tits and he pulls open the plunging neck line to expose them. 

“Did you fuck him?” He yells in my face as he grabs my tits hard and I shake my head. 

“No” I cry. 

One of his hand rush down and up under my dress and cups my pussy , he grabs it. 

“Lying whore.” He growls and spits on my face , hitting my cheek and I whimper. 

“I didn’t” I cry. 

“Let me feel” he groans and all four of his finger stab my cunt. He pushes them in so deep that I scream and he groans. 

“Feels loose to me Emmeline” he snarls and my entrance burns in pain at the searing force of his fingers as he starts to fuck me with all four of them. 

“You let him fuck this cunt” he growls as I shake my head and try to push him off but his body pushes against me and his fingers keep shoving into me and I scream. 

“You expect me to believe you wore this fucking dress to go see fucking art” he growls and his fingers slip out and he pushes them hard against my clit and I hiss at the force he uses. It’s not pleasurable , just intense pressure and I can feel his finger against my pubic bone. The touch feels bruising and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s bruised me between my legs with his hateful hand. 

“Do I not fuck you good enough? Is that it? Do you not appreciate the way I fuck your worthless cunt?” He snarls and then his hand leaves my pussy and he unbuckles his belt and then unzips his pants and I cry against the wall , refusing to look at him. 

“You do” I cry. 

“That’s right I do.” He says and then turns me around , grabs my hair and fists it and slams face against the wall and feel the thud radiate through my head as he maneuvers himself and finds my center and thrusts into me. 

“This is my cunt, you fucking bitch” he snarls as he thrusts again, grunting loudly and his hand keeps my head to the wall, pushing my face hard against it. 

“I know” I whimper.”I’d never cheat on you, I never have” I cry. Even though getting naked in front Kase was cheating. I had never done anything close to cheating before tonight.  And he’d cheated on me so many times I lost track. 

“You’re a lying little whore” he snarls and then grabs my hips with both hands and I press my hands to the wall and let him take me. 

It’s quick , but also longer than I wish for it to be. 

Once his cum is inside of me he grabs me and throws me to the ground and I his as I feel the jagged pieces of crystal cut my legs and hands and I cry as he shoves his cock back into his pants and I scream as his hand grabs my hair and he drags me across the floor. 

My scalp burns as he uses my hair as a leash and my body slips across the floor the small piece of glass scratching and cutting me skin as he then hauls me to my feet and without a chance to beg him to stop he slaps me across my face. 

Then again. 

And again 

Then with a bruising grip on both arms he pulls me and then he throws me to floor and I sob. 

“Fucking worthless” he mutters 

—

I spend the next hour or more in the bathroom , plucking pieces of glass from my skin and washing the tiny scraps and cuts and pluck a large piece of out the flesh part of my palms.  And an even bigger piece out of the side of my thigh. 

I cry the entire time, trying to focus through blurry eyes as I rub my hands over the pets of my flesh that were dragged over the glass, trying to find any extra smaller pieces. 

I look at the collection of broken crystal on the sink and cry even harder. Collapsing to the floor and burying my head in my knees as I wrap my arms around myself and cry. 

——

A month later 

Kase Gibson 

I’ve thought about Emmeline everyday since her coming to my gallery. I know the things she said when she left here were only to hide her hurt and her own pain. To push me away from her. 

I tried to find her number or some way to contact her but didn’t want to cause more trouble for her than she already had. 

My sister was on her seventeenth hour at the hospital so I brought her dinner from a takeout place she frequents. 

Standing in the emergency waiting room , she comes out with a half smile and shakes her head. 

“Have I told you that you’re my favorite brother?” She asks and I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek as she walks with me and we go to the cafeteria. 

“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from her and she opens the plastic container and inhales the spicy orange chicken I got her with rice. 

“Rough day” she says and pulls the plastic fork out of the bag. 

I watch her as she takes a few bites of her food and then sighs and she looks up at me. 

“A girl came in tonight …with her husband..” she says and she swallows and looks down twirling her fork. 

I stay silent and listen. 

“I could tell the second I saw him.” She says and drops her fork and then lifts her hands to her face and drags them down with a heavy sigh. 

“She said it was some random attack” my sister says and shakes her head. 

“But I could tell Kase.” She says and her eyes water. 

“I could tell it wasn’t some stranger. I could tel by just looking at him.” She says. 

My gut twists. Neither of us did well with domestic abuse. We watched our father abuse our mother for far too long. 

“He reminded me of him” she says and I know she means our father. 

“He had the same cold , empty eyes, all while trying to feign concern. Even forced a few tears out. “ she sniffles. 

“She won’t admit to it. Even when we got him to leave the room. I was in there when the cops questioned her.  Just like mom, she refused to tell the truth. And I know he hurt her.  I just know it.” She cries and I get up and walk over to sit beside her and pull her into a hug. 

“You’re doing all you can Kristina, you can’t save people who don’t want to be saved” I say trying to ease the hurt of it all. Of not being able to help. And even I know my words are bullshit. 

“It’s just…it’s different when it’s someone you’ve known.  It was like she was embarrassed to admit it. Like she’d rather suffer him than admit her life is less than perfect.” She says. 

“You know her?” I ask. 

She shakes her head. “Not really. It’s just….I can’t say who it is cause of privacy and all of that…but she went to our school. She was always so perfect and ..”

“Wait…” I stop her and my heart hammers in my chest. 

“Kris….is it Emmeline Donovan?” I ask not wanting her to say yes. But the way she blinks in surprise and looks at me. 

“What? How did you…”

“Fuck” I curse and stand up. 

“Where is she?” I ask as she looks up at me. 

“Kase , what, you can’t just go see her, you didn’t even know her. And “

“Where the fuck is she Kristine?” I say my jaw clenching. 

“Is he still here?” I growl. “Where the fuck is he?” 

She shakes her head. “He left an hour ago, Kase what..”

“We ran into each other awhile back.  She had bruises. He’s a fucking scumbag. It IS him doing it. She told me as much. I tried to help her.” I pull my hair. 

“Fuck!” I yell and my sister looks around as others in the cafeteria look at us. 

She stands and grabs my hands. 

“Kase” he voice is soft and I look at her. 

“Please. I need to see her.” I say and she nods. 

—

I walk through the emergency room area to room 104 and my heart stops as I see her through the glass. 

I don’t go in. I just stare.  

She’s laying there eyes closed , hooked up to if’s and has bruises all over her. Her arms are covered, her neck is red and bruised with strangulation marks and her eye is swollen and her lip is cut and swollen too. 

I step in slowly and quietly walk to a chair and sit down down in the corner of the room. Just watching her with her eyes shut, listening to the machines beep. 

“Kase ?” Her voice is weak and I shoot my eyes up to hers. 

“Kase. Why are you here?” She asks and I stand and pull my chair over to the side of her bed and sit back down. 

I grab her hand and she looks at my hands enveloping hers as my thumbs brush the bask of her hand. 

“You need to tell them Emmeline” I say and she    groans and pulls her hand weakly from mine. 

“I was attacked” she says. 

“That’s fucking bullshit!” I yell and her eyes widen, at least the one that’s not swollen does. 

I lower my voice. 

“That’s fucking bullshit” I whisper. 

“You need to tell them or I will” I threaten. 

Her cut lip tightens. 

“Stop trying to put yourself in my life Kase.” She says. 

“He didn’t touch me” she says. 

“You’re lying. You’re fucking lying. Because you’re scared. But nobody can help if you don’t-“

“Exactly. Nobody can help me. He’s Henry Pritchett.” Her voice shakes. 

“Even if I said anything. He has enough money to bury this. And he’d probably bury me soon after” she says as she tries to move and winces. 

“What the fuck happened Emmeline?” I ask and she sighs and relaxes into the hospital bed. 

She gives a laugh and winces. 

“I embarrassed him at dinner with his family.” She says and I grab her hand again. She lets me keep it this time. 

“Apparently I was giving eyes to his nephew” she says. 

“His fourteen year old nephew” she rolls her eyes at how ridiculous it is. 

“He said I’d embarrassed him by acting like a whore” she says and I squeeze her hand lightly. 

“Emmeline” I say 

She shakes her head. 

“It’s not your problem Kase. I made my bed. And I’ll lay in it.” She says and my nostrils flare and I want to yell at her. 

“You’re not going back to him.” I say. 

She looks at me with a soft smile. 

“Sure.” She says and I shake my head. 

“You’re not” I say. 

“You’ll come home with me.” I say and she laughs and winces. 

“Kase. You need to leave.” She says. 

“No. I’m not fucking leaving.” I say gruffly. 

She glares at me and pulls her hand from mine. 

“Well I don’t want you here.” She says and lays her head back. 

“Well that’s too fucking bad” I say and she looks at me again. 

“He’ll be back” she says. 

“Let him come. I’m sure they have other beds for him once I beat the shit out of him.” I say. 

The corner of her mouth lifts. 

“Go home Kase. I’m fine.” She says. 

I shake my head. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“If you make me leave I’ll tell the cops everything you just said and what I saw the night of your engagement party and the bruises I saw on you at my gallery” I say and she sighs and closes her eyes. 

She doesn’t argue further and I just sit there and hold her hand as she falls into sleep. 

Her bastard husband doesn’t come back.