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It was pretty late afternoon, you’d guess just past 7 pm. You were making dinner for Josuke for when he comes back from work when the door slammed open and closed before you knew what happened. You left the kitchen to see what was happening when you saw Josuke at the door with an expressionless look on his face approaching you. His fists were squeezing tightly enough you assumed his fingernails were making an indent in his palms.
“Josuke? You’re home earlier than expected, I was just about finished making us dinner, hope you’re hungry.” you were standing in the doorway of the hallway. He didn’t even look up at you, let alone acknowledge your presence.
“Are you okay? Did something happen at work?”
He didn’t answer, just stood in place for a few seconds before rushing towards you and took a hold of your neck and shoulders, slamming you into the wall by your side. His veins bulged out of his arm from the force he used. You tried ripping his arm away from your body, fear overtaking you at the uncharacteristic violence your boyfriend was showing.
“What are you doing? Josuke please let go!” You wheezed. His face didn’t show emotion, but you could tell he was furious.
“You’re hurting me..” you couldn’t breathe, and your nails dug into the arm holding your neck. He finally released you after you scratched multiple lines into his arm with your nails, breaking the skin there, some deep enough to lightly bleed. You fell to the floor, trying to catch your breath when you felt unexpected pain in your side and rolled to the floor. He hit you again, directly in the stomach this time, knocking the air out of you. Why was he doing this? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Did you do something wrong? Countless questions ran through your mind before he kicked you once more, harder than before. Your eyes watered and your vision blurred. You were surely gonna bruise. This is bad, really bad. You still couldn’t breathe. I have to escape. You try crawling away from him, towards your living room, towards a phone, an escape.
But you didn’t get far before he pulled you by the leg and kicked you in the face, harder than you ever thought he could. You could feel something warm running from your nose, you guessed it was blood, probably mixing with the tears now fully running down your face. You felt disoriented, sick, like you were gonna vomit or pass out. Before you could brace yourself for more, Josuke grabbed your hair, dragging you to your shared living room, harshly pushing you down once again, palms and knees rubbing against the carpeted floor. You barely got up to your knees when he pulled your shirt up and off of you, your tits spilling out, exposed to the cold air. You went up to cover yourself, feeling more exposed than you wanted in front of someone who seemed totally out of it, blinded by red, but you barely made a move before he held your chest to the floor and went down to roughly take your sweatpants and underwear off with one hand. It all hurt and dug into your skin but the more you struggled, the harder it was. Josuke threw your clothes besides him, not caring where they landed.
Still holding you down, he managed to unzip his pants and take his cock out, swiftly checking if you were wet. You wished you weren’t, you wanted to say you wouldn’t ever be if you were in this type of situation, but you were. It was hard not to be when your body was preparing you for the worst and trying to protect you. And it helped when he took his hand and rubbed your moisture on himself before grabbing your hips and slotting himself in between your thighs.
“Josuke.. Please stop, I don’t want this. You’re not in your right mind, please let’s calm down and talk about this,” you were babbling, trying to delay the inevitable and you knew that but you couldn’t stop. The blunt head of his cock rubbed your entrance and you started screaming.
“Stop this! Please Josuk-“ His hand was suddenly on your mouth, stopping your yelling.
“Shut up.” he grunted the first words out of his mouth that evening. Your eyes widened in shock, fresh tears coming from your red rimmed eyes. What’s gotten into him, he would never do this to you. He loved you.
Your barely there wetness didn’t help much when he swiftly pushed his cock inside you, filling you uncomfortably. His balls rubbing against your skin, the hair slightly tickling, yet it was all barely noticeable from the pain of his aggressive entrance. Josuke grunted quietly from behind you, cutting out quickly as he seemingly suppressed the noise as best he could. You tried to lift your head, more from instinct than want, instinct to rebel and try to defend yourself, even in such a vulnerable position, but it was futile. Josuke just gripped your hair in his fist, slamming your face against the wooden floor, one of your cheeks against the soft white carpet decorating your living room, the place you once felt comfortable and safe in. You heard a slight crack, guessing from your nose being broken against the cold surface, blood rushing faster than before, dying the white carpet red. You didn’t dare attempt to get back up, afraid of the repercussions.
Josuke hummed, seemingly satisfied that you’ve learnt your lesson. After tightening his grip on your hair, his hips finally started moving. Painfully slow at first, pulling all the way out and going as deep as he could, like he had all the time in the world. It hurt a lot at first, considering the lack of lubricant or preparation. Unfortunately for you, before you could get used to the intrusion, Josuke decided he’s had enough of the slow pace, speeding up to a brutal rhythm, hitting your insides. Your whole body shook and moved with him, your neck hurting from the position and scalp burning from the constant pull of your hair. Every time he thrusted inside of you, a breathless gasp and short scream came out. Suddenly, all of the pain from the beating came back, mixing with the rest. Your eyes shut as you tried to deal with what was happening, and failing miserably. It went on for a while, before he finally slowed down to a stop, pulling out of you. You thought maybe its over, maybe he realized what was happening and would spare you from any further torment. He let go of your hair, and you heard him shuffling as he got up. The glimmer of hope inside you shined brighter. You heard him walk away, but still close enough that you heard his footsteps, the opening of drawers and clanking. Wondering what it could be, you finally lift your head up to look in his direction. Seeing him walking over to you with.. something in his hands, you couldn’t really tell what with your eyes being so full of tears. But as he got closer to you, he put the object down on a table next to him, and stepped on your back with his heavy boot. You yelped loudly and the hope inside you started burning up, turning into a hopeless feeling once again.
“Did I tell you you could look at me, slut? I don’t remember doing so,” his tone was serious and emotionless, but his boot ground into your skin harder than before, like it was emphasizing his harsh words.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“Shut up, your constant whining is so annoying. Maybe I need to teach you a lesson, so you remember next time not to move until I tell you hm?”
“No, no, please don’t, it won’t happen again, I promise, please- AAAH” you screamed as Josuke lowered himself, took both of your arms and pulled them back, bringing them higher than they ever should be. It hurt so much your mind was going blank. The first one cracked sooner than you thought it would, breaking from the unnatural position it was being forced into. The other followed soon after. You never heard a bone crack before, or seen the way it looks after. It was a much more disturbing sound than you imagined, and worse when it connected in your head that those were your limbs. Your arms that were bending in a way they never should. Your shriek of terror and pain hurt your throat, sure to be heard by the neighbors, no matter how far they lived from you.
“Thats better, now you have no way of pushing yourself up to move without my help hm? That is, unless you use your now pathetic useless arms and experience the pain all over again, but you’re too weak to do that. You have no choice but to lay there and take anything i give you,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You hated to admit it, but he was right. Your body hurt so much that you couldn’t think, let alone move or fight back.
“Now lets get back to what we were doing. I brought something to make it more fun for the both of us.”
He removed his boot and kneeled back down behind you, grabbing you by the hips and lifting your ass in the air. You were back on your knees, and your arms laid uselessly next to your body on either side, your face and chest on the ground. You heard him grab the object from the coffee table, and with the other hand grabbing your hair and violently pulling your head up, your spine bending and arms hanging by your side. It all hurt, unimaginably so, but your sweat ran cold and your mind focused only on the cold metal now touching your neck. You immediately stilled unmoving from fear of the weapon so closely to your soft neck.
“Aw, you were so noisy and uncooperative before, what happened? Did all your fight finally die out?” The knife on your throat pushed into your skin, biting and unforgiving.
“Maybe you’ll finally be good for me now, take it all without complaint,” his cock pushed onto your entrance again, the head going inside much easier this time. You shook slightly, shivering from the cold and panic. As he fucked into you, the knife moved with him, sometimes away from you, sometimes dangerously close, and sometimes drawing a bit of blood, cutting into the skin. You still gasped and cried a bit but too scared of being too loud and angering Josuke any more than he already is. His movements went from fast to relentless, sometimes going out of rhythm. You could tell he was close, the telltale signs were starting. It was almost over, you would be okay, you kept repeating the same words in your head until he finally came inside of you, the warm cum coating your insides. With the last few thrusts pushing the cum inside, deeper into you, he stilled. Releasing a breath, he pulled out and removed the knife from your throat, pushing you down onto the floor once again. You felt everything at once; the blood running from your nose and neck, the tears both dry and fresh, the pain in your arms, sides and stomach, the still warm cum oozing out of you. It was all overwhelming. But you felt relief. It was over.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Absolutely perfect. Mine.”
He lifted the knife once more, running it along your back. You barely felt when the tip pushed into the skin, breaking it. But you felt it when he dragged it down and curved it, running lines into your back that immediately burned and felt warm from the blood running down your side. It went on for longer than you thought, unable to understand if what he was doing had any meaning. But you understood when you tuned your head and looked back at the wound, spelling “Josuke” in messy and bloody letters.
“Only mine. My property, my stress relief, my slut. My y/n.”
Your head hits the floor as you pass out, maybe from the full body pain, from the marking, or from the release of tension from it being over, it didn’t really matter.
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The light coming from a cracked open window and the smell of fresh coffee wakes you up.
“Good morning. Sorry if I woke you up, I wanted to make you coffee before I head off to work,” he says with a soft smile thats familiar on his face. You look over your body to find that there are no injuries or bruises to be seen. Did you imagine it? Was it all just a dream?
“Sweetheart whats wrong, are you okay? You’ve got the strangest look on your face.”
“No, I remember, or- or I think I remember my arms being broken and..,” you look over your body again, that you’ve now uncovered from the duvet, just to make sure you’re seeing everything right, “,there were bruises everywhere.”
“Love, you’re spotless, what are you saying?”
“You.. hit me,” you look up at him with unclear eyes, “and you stretched my arms so far behind me that they broke. Do you not remember that?” Your voice was cold and even, unseemly for the question being asked.
Josuke sits by you on the bed, placing his mug on the bedside table.
“Y/n, you must have had a bad dream, you know I would never ever do something like that to you,” he says with a sigh, looking into your eyes.
You sit in silence for a few second. He must be right, you’ve just had a nightmare. Or you’re going mad imagining things. Anything.
Josuke has never gotten violent with you. Yeah, he may have squeezed you a bit too hard once or twice, but every time it happened, he would apologize, immediately back off. He wouldn’t hit you, no matter what.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. If that really happened, there would be leftover proof, something to show it happened. There’s no way it all just disappears overnight. Sorry, I never should have accused you like that, I feel like I’m going crazy,” you chuckle slightly, shifting your weight on the bed, making it creak slightly.
“It’s alright, you’re just disoriented from sleeping. Now, lets get you up and we can have breakfast together before I leave.” His smile is bright enough to convince you. Your Josuke would never do something like that to you, you’re sure. He loves you.
That didn’t immediately silence your mind, thoughts and seemingly fake memories swirling, but you hoped it’ll pass soon.
You get up out of bed, following Josuke out of the room and into your dining area, only the sound of your feet tapping on the floor could be heard. The smell of eggs hit your nose and you saw the whole table was already set up. You both sit down opposite each other, a plate, cup and cutlery in front of you. The eggs looked delicious, a perfect sunny side up. You heard Josuke talking about a show he saw on tv that morning, distracting you from your thoughts and making you calm down by the normality. The conversation started flowing like usual, your morning shaping up to be similar like any other.
You started cleaning up, Josuke putting on his shoes and jacket as he was getting ready to leave for the day. You looked over at him, where he was leaning on your couch, smiling at him. But out of nowhere, a red stain on the carpet caught your eye, wondering what it could be. You stared at it for a while, memories of pain flashing before your eyes.
“Baby?”
It can’t be, right?
“Y/n!”
It was a dream, wasn’t it?
Your body shook from surprise as Josuke put his hand on your shoulder, stepping in front of you, blocking your view of the apparent stain on the floor.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re alright? You’re still acting a bit weird from this morning,” there was real concern in his voice.
You moved your head a bit too look behind him, at the spot. There was nothing, no red stain, no dirty carpet, nothing. Just the usual view of clean and white. Great, now you’re hallucinating too.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” you say with a small smile, “sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
You’re going crazy. He loves you.