Married to a monster 10 – the end.

I know that you are at home.

The babycam I installed in the living room a few weeks ago works perfectly and provides clear images. You’re nervous and pacing back and forth. Still too upset that I let Pari go. You didn’t call me. But maybe it’s also because you’re afraid I might have already been arrested, or at least trying to clear up the matter.

In the meantime, you’ve realized that something really bad has happened and that you urgently need to get control of your inner beast. You know it was wrong, and yet the memories of what you did make you feel hard, whether you like it or not.

I concentrate outside the door on the task that now stands before me. It will decide what our lives will look like now and whether you will ever find out about the house, the cellar, and my slave.

I hope you don’t disappoint me.

If you do, it’s my own fault. Because then I will have misjudged you, and my search will have to start all over again.

I open the door and can already hear you coming towards me with quick steps.

“Where the hell have you been?” You greet me charmingly.

“Good morning to you too, darling,” I say, smiling at you. You realize that your temper is threatening to get the better of you again, and try to control yourself.

“I was worried about you. You weren’t home when I got home from work, and I didn’t know what was going on. Good morning. So where were you?”

“In the park,” I answer calmly and put my handbag down. Then I take off my shoes and try to walk past you.

“What?! What were you doing there???!”

„I was looking for Pari.“ I say it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I can feel the anger in the air.

“Who?!”

“Pari. You’ll remember the name of the girl you raped yesterday, won’t you, darling?” I say, smiling innocently into your face.

“Have you lost your mind?” you ask far too loudly, and I can see the cute vein pulsating on your neck, which is always there when it starts.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with my mind. But you seem to be losing control right now,” I say, still friendly. You take a small step back.

“You’d better tell me what you’ve been up to before it really happens. You’re driving me up the wall right now, and apparently you’re still enjoying it.”

“Can we sit down? I’ve been walking around a lot,” I say, walking past you. You reluctantly let me go through and into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of water and sit down at the kitchen table. When you sit down, I’ve won the first round. You walk up and down the kitchen, and your patience is noticeably wearing thin.

“So you had the idiotic idea to go back to the park and look for the girl. Can you please explain why? She could have been with the police by now, and even if she wasn’t, what did you want with her?” I love you with all my heart when you try to control your anger for me. Unfortunately, you won’t succeed today.

“I wanted to bring her to you,” I say, and wait. You look at me, completely dumbfounded.

“You wanted what??? Why?”

“So you could fuck her again, of course. It was so hot,” I say, and get up to put the glass in the sink. I feel your movement more than I see it. With two big steps, you’re with me. Your hand shoots to my neck, and you press me against the wall next to the sink.

“Do you want to take me to jail? What kind of sick game are you playing here?” My back touches the wall, reminding me of the whiplashes and that I shouldn’t let you fuck me from behind today.

Your hand closes around my throat and squeezes.