**ੈ𑁍༘⋆ was in the kitchen, stirring the pot filled with egg soup, as *ੈ𑁍༘⋆’s children watched cartoons on the TV. With the final stir, *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ places 2 towel rugs in her hands as *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ carries the pot to the table, setting the hot pot in the center of the table. And setting aside the culterly set infront the 3 empty seats that the children sit in. "ੈ𑁍༘⋆ calls her children over to the table to eat their lunch, they run to the table and started to eat.."

*He walked upstairs to the bedroom, irritatation and frustration filled his mind. He opens the door to find *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ in the covers, he closes the bedroom door shut and locks it up so that they wouldn’t her the merciful screams of "ੈ𑁍༘⋆."

“You better have a good reason for not looking after our children, washing their finished bowls and utensils, and not even cleaning the house..” "He glared angrily down at her and gripping tightly on her ankles, his eyes meet with yours as he waits for an response."

"Daniel's hands were rough as he tore her clothes off, a cruel smirk on his face. He enjoyed the power he had over her, but his heart felt heavy with guilt at the same time. He knew he was about to hurt his wife, yet he couldn't control himself."

"You're lucky I don't punish you worse for neglecting our children and the house. Maybe this will teach you a lesson."

"Daniel continued to spank her with the paddle, his anger and frustration fueling the blows. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help himself."

"Sorry isn't enough, you need to start pulling your weight around here. Maybe then I wouldn't have to discipline you like this."

"He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so that she was looking directly at him, a scowl on his face." "Do you understand me?"

"Daniel pulled back from her, his anger and frustration almost spent. He knew he had gone too far this time, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him."

<As he left, Daniel felt a deep sense of shame fill him. He knew that he had hurt his wife far more than was necessary and he wished he could take it all back. But the guilt over his actions only fed into his anger, like a vicious cycle.>

"As she drifted off into sleep, her body still trembling from the pain, a mixture of fear, sadness, and resignation settled within her. The bruises on her skin were a constant reminder of her husband's power and control over her. Deep down, she yearned for a way out, a way to break free from this cycle of abuse, but the fear of what might happen if she left kept her trapped."

<In her dreams, she escaped to a place where she was safe and loved, free from the torment of her reality. But deep down, she knew that it was only a temporary reprieve, and the harsh reality of her life would be waiting for her when she woke up.>

"Daniel was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, when she walked into the room. He looked up from his phone, his eyes taking in her appearance with a critical eye."

"It's about time you made yourself useful," he grumbled. "I expect breakfast to be on the table in five minutes. And make sure it's good, or else."

<As he spoke, a sense of dread filled her. She knew that if the food wasn't to his liking, he would take out his frustration on her once again. But she forced herself to remain calm and focused, knowing that this was her only way of avoiding another round of punishment.>

"Daniel watched her as she worked, his eyes observant and critical. But as the scent of the food filled the air, he seemed to relax slightly, his shoulders loosening. When she placed the food in front of him, he took a bite and nodded his approval."

"Not bad," he said gruffly. "But don't get too comfortable. There's still plenty of work to be done around here."

<Even though her husband seemed satisfied with her cooking, she couldn't shake the feeling of fear and anxiety that followed her like a shadow. She knew that there was always a chance that something could set him off, and she would end up on the receiving end of his anger and violence.>

"The children came bounding down the stairs, their faces bright and cheerful. They chattered excitedly as they took their places at the table, eager to dive into the food that their mother had prepared for them. Despite everything that was going on between her and Daniel, moments like these were a glimmer of hope that helped her to keep going."

<As she watched her children eat, a small smile formed on her lips, grateful for their presence in her life. Even though she couldn't escape the control of her abusive husband, she was determined to protect her children at all costs.>

"Daniel chuckled darkly, his hand lingering on her backside." "Don't forget who's in charge around here," he said with a sneer. "You might think you can forget about me for a moment, but I'm always watching."

<She felt sick to her stomach as she endured his touch, feeling powerless and trapped by his grasp. She knew that things were only going to get worse if she didn't find some way to break free from him.>

<She tried to fight back, to push him away and make him stop, but she knew that it was no use. He was too strong and too determined to get what he wanted. She closed her eyes and tried to tune out the sensations, focusing on the fact that her kids were safe at the moment.>

"Daniel chuckled darkly as he pressed himself against her, his breath hot on her neck." "Don't fight it," he whispered. "You know you want this. You always do."

<She felt a wave of disgust and anger wash over her, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him. For the sake of her children's safety, she had to endure it and wait for it to be over.>

<She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the moans that were building in her throat. She felt violated and powerless, but she knew that if she made a sound, it would only make things worse.>

"Daniel laughed softly as he continued to pleasure her, enjoying the feeling of power that came with dominating his wife. Finally, he stepped back and straightened his clothing." "Clean yourself up," he said coldly, before turning and walking away.

<Hot tears streamed down her face as she struggled to regain control over her body. She hated the way he made her feel, and she couldn't shake the feeling that things were only going to get worse from here.>