His Name Is Mugen

I had been married for 9 months. Tyson hadn't touched me in 1. He wanted me to warm up to him because he didn't like the idea of "forcing" me to have sex with him. The first few times were "for my own good" and anymore after that would be because I wanted to. He valued my consent.

Such a fucking gentleman.

I had seen Selena regularly after the day at the clinic. I had not yet fully disclosed to her what had happened but she wasn't stupid. She knew without me telling her. She was angry, very angry.

Angry at him for violating me, angry at my parents for not caring, and angry at herself for not accompanying me that day. But they were not to blame. It was my fault. I was being careless and naive. I knew what a dangerous asshole he was and how ruthless he was when it came to business. I was nothing more than a prized business deal to him so of course he would go to extreme measures to get me back.

I had assumed he would grow tired of my back talk and forget about me. I had hopped my stubbornness would overpower his controlling nature. I had been wrong. So fucking wrong.

"Ma'am, Mr. Blue is waiting for you." One of Tyson's maid, Talia, said to me. I glanced at her through the mirror. Her expression was annoyed, like she didn't want see me let alone talk to me. She didn't like me very much. Tyson was fucking her on the low. Well not actually on the low because he told me he was going to fuck his maids until I was ready for him. He was fucking all his maids.

Even the 70 year old bitch.

Not gonna lie though, sis still had it going on.

"Thank you, I'll be down in a minute." I dismissed her. She sent me a tight lipped smile before stomping away. She along with all the other maids were present when he was violating me. None of them talk to me about it or even had the decency to ask me if I was okay. They all were too in love with him.

Even the 70 year old bitch.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair was curled and styed into a neat messy bun, if that's a thing. My makeup was dark and heavy to match my soul. I wore a tight black sequin dress that hugged my curves in the right places. It didn't show all but enough. I hated it. Tyson picked it out saying it was to show me off to his friends to let them see how beautiful I was without giving away all my goodies.

Typical.

Tonight was a party. BLUE BODYWORKS had just scored a huge business deal with HOLT INDUSTRIES. I'm not sure what kind of business it does but I'm told the ceo is very influential and dangerous that not even Tyson wants to mess with him.

As Tyson's wife, I was to attend the party even though I didn't want to. My parents would be there and so would his. Simran, who I hadn't seen in 2 years, and her husband were supposedly attending and I was meeting Selena there. The only good thing about this marriage was that I was still able to see Selena. If I didn't have her, I probably would of have become completely submissive to Tyson. With Selena at my side, I still had some fight in me.

I took one last look in the mirror. My body was still curvy though I lost weight from not eating for a while. I hated my body. Before, I used to love it, now it seems like a curse. Tyson loved my body. He told me its what made him want me.

"Sarasi!" I heard my name being called angrily. I took a deep breath and made my way down stairs. Tyson was waiting for me at the door. His black armani suit fit him nicely. Such a shame a good looking suit is wasted on a piece of shit.

"You look sexy babe." He licked his lips. I surpressed a gag. His gaze was disgusting. Nonetheless, I sent him a smile. The sooner we get this done and over with, the better.