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SERAPHINA POV

I hurt all over, I don't know what happened but when he returned he was in a fowl mood. I refused to kiss him again and it just set him off, I think he broke a couple more ribs. He also pulled out his favourite knife, the one with the silver edge which means the half a dozen cuts he put along my stomach and chest will probably scar. I couldn't do anything but scream, in the end I passed out.

When I woke up I was cleaned and so was the bed, and he was sleeping with his arms wrapped tightly around me again. I couldn't move and it wasn't because my hands were handcuffed, they actually weren't. But you add his weight to all the injuries he has given me over the last 12 or so hours I am just too sore to try. He opens his eyes as I am laying there, "Good morning Darling"

"Don't call me that... I am not your darling!" I rasp out through a rough whisper because at some stage during his last punching session he actually nearly strangled me.

"Now! Now