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"Guess who is bringing the money into this house, Goddamnit, woman ? I am !", I said and punched her face again. The blow was so powerful that she lost her balance and fell on the kitchen table. I went on.
"Who's the one that is spending eight fuckin´ hours every fuckin´ day at the office and because of that is getting bored to death ? Listen carefully now, whore. That's me ! And the only rewards I get from you are complaints and food that makes me wanna throw up."
I got furious and was almost out of control. When the bitch tried to get up I threw my fist towards her stomach. She fell down to the floor and started sobbing.
I know my wife well. This wasn't the first time I'd beat her. It's simply the only effective way to keep the womenfolk in line. And at least my old woman realizes her place when it is shown to her properly. The woman laid on the floor. She cried and covered her face with her arms. I stooped down to her.
"You shouldn't get too funny with me, bitch. That's not very wise, because if you do, I will kill you some day. That´s for sure. And I'll do the same to that bastard daughter of yours too. You should be just glad that I can stand you in my eyes year after year. I could put you out to the streets anytime I want to. But you know that I´m a good man and I won't. Fucking fat and ugly whore, that´s what you are.", I said, almost whispering into her ear.
She cried even harder now and our daughter came to the door, looking scared. I had to get out to straighten my thoughts. I started walking towards the door.
"And I suppose that you are aware what´s gonna happen if you decide to call the police:" With these final words I got out and slammed the door shut behind me.
I knew that she wouldn´t report me. We have an eight years old daughter, who was supposed to bring joy to our old age. Or to save our marriage, as my wife sees it. Personally I didn't really want to have a third child to our family, but that stubborn wife of mine didn't have the abortion although I told her so. I have never been even sure who´s the real father of that brat, but it doesn´t matter much to me anymore. I´ve started to think that it´s quite useful to have a young girl in the house. I´ve made clear that if I my wife freaks out and calls the police, I'll be happy to punish our daughter for it. Sometimes I even hope for it to happen. I could really use a piece of tight and young pussy. That would indeed add a fine joy to my old age. But of course that bitch doesn´t have the guts to call the police. She´s too afraid to do anything except submitting. But after all she´s just a woman so what else could be expected ? You tell me, gentlemen ?
But I really don´t like getting furious. It´s no good for either one of us. I´m so filled with adrenaline that I can't get the fun out of beating my wife. The next one is not an easy confession to make, but I think that you will understand me: Sometimes I get violent and beat my wife just in order to get excited. I like the feeling of power that I get in those situations. I can do it very calmly and with very high intensity level. And on the other hand, what choice do I have ? That bitch hasn´t slept with me voluntarily for years now, so I just have to rape her if I want to get laid sometimes. Anyone would do it, so who´ll be the one to say that I´m on the wrong tracks ? She´s my wedded wife, and it´s her matrimonial duty to sleep with me. I´m just taking what´s mine.
This kind of thoughts wandered through my mind as I was walking to the pub that night. It was a bright and cool night. There were no clouds in the sky and an almost full moon lighted up my way. We are living in a house next to a small lake, which is surrounded by a big park and I had to walk through it. At that time of the day the park is usually empty of people. Everyone´s afraid of robbers and drunkards, even the robbers and drukards themselves so I was quite surprised when I heard some voices.
I heard the sound of running and a woman screaming. Then again just silence. I got curious and headed for the noise. Then again I heard some kind of muffled screams coming from behind the bushes. As quietly as possible I sneaked around the bush and then I saw what was going on. A man of my age or a bit older had forced an young, about 16-18 years old girl into a fall, as we sportsmen say, and at the very moment I saw them, the man backhanded the girl´s face and got a knife out of his pocket.
It seemed to me that the girl was quite heavily drunk. She was dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket which was filled with all kinds of weird chains and stuff. A sort of punk-rocker or a drug addict, you know, whatever. The man was dressed in a grey business-suit and a tie, just like me. For a moment I didn't know what to do and I just stood there, very surprised, of course. I thought how I should react, should I go and help the girl or what.