Sara POV "How come you're so tough on me?"I begged him not to undress me like that again. Why he's so aggressive when we're together is a mystery to me. I tried to be gentle with him, but he treated me like a football. After relentless work in the backyard, my body was already in pain. My fear of embarrassment prevents me from telling him that I also want a massage. I lack his level of brazenness. He must be crazy to want me to massage every inch of his body. A flush spread over my cheeks as I listened to his strange request, but I was bound to comply with our agreement, so I started gently massaging his back. Seeing his broad back made my face flush. He is quite physically strong. I attempted to relieve his back discomfort by applying pressure to specific acupressure sites after seeing a video of the technique on YouTube. I had no qualms about massaging his back as he lay with his eyes closed and his back to me. While I massaged his back, he was not watching my expression. I en

Sara POV He still hasn't come back after two hours of waiting. I dialed his number many times, but he did not receive any of my calls. I'm uncertain about his sudden disappearance. The outside rain roused a long-buried phobia of the rain, so I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep. I turned on all of the lights in the room, but the abrupt power outage left the home in darkness. A strong thunderstorm outside made my body tremble with fear. The strong wind caused the flower vase in the window's corner to break. I gathered up the courage to attempt to shut the glass window. However, a strong wind forced me to release my hold on the window handle as I attempted to close it. The rainwater that entered the room through the window soaked half of my body. My eyes landed on the window's exterior view. "Who is that?"When I noticed lightning from a thunderstorm on the tree outside the home, I became terrified. After closing every window I could find, I headed to the kitchen to get candles

Sara POV "Mama, I want to tell you something." While my mom was busy in the kitchen, it felt the most comfortable to share Uncle Joe's truth with her. "Tell me, Sara; I'm listening." Without glancing in my direction, she responded. "Please, Mama, don't ask me to live at Uncle Joe's place. Please take me into town with you.""Why, my dear? Was Uncle Joe not nice to you?" She refused to even look up from her cooking to meet my gaze. "Mama, he touched me when I was sleeping." I tried to give her some indications about the situation because I was afraid to tell her exactly what he had done to me. "Sara, why are you whining to your mother about me?" Uncle Joe snuck into the kitchen just as I was going to warn my mom about his nefarious plans. Because he was my dad's close friend, he frequently paid us visits. For our family, he is like a member of the family. My mother also had an unwavering trust in him, which is why she always sent me to his place when my parents had to go somewher

Sara POV "Sara, why did you pull out that drawer without asking me to?" He yelled at me in response to my question. "Don't try to get involved in my life; you know very well why I married you, so please respect my boundaries." I was afraid of his loud voice. "Aron, please don't yell at me; I didn't touch this drawer intentionally." I'm still struggling to get over my panic attack from last night, and his harsh tone is making things worse. I mistakenly believed that we could at least be friends after noticing his soft side in the morning, but this monster is not deserving of my compassion or empathy. "Sara, lock the drawer right away." He gave me the chills with his harsh comments, and I shut the drawer the second he spoke. "Aron, I apologize and promise not to touch your belongings again."After wiping away my tears, I ended the call. Why did he show concern for me in the morning when his only perception of me was as a sexual object? I jumped out of bed and left his room straig

Sara POV His sudden offer of friendship surprised me. Now, what should I do? Looking at his face, I tried to read what was going through his mind. I doubt that he understands what friendship truly entails. My subconscious declined his offer of friendship. But when I looked into his eyes, I sensed a sincere offer. Would you please allow him to prove his friendship to you? Being an empath is difficult; even with monsters, my heart always recognizes the good in them. No, don't forget what he did to you; how could you be friends with him? Out of pure lust, he smashed your dreams and wrecked your life. Given that he has no concept of emotions, why expect him to feel for you? If you want to hurt yourself again, you can accept his offer. My subconscious is telling me not to accept his offer of friendship. However, his request was sincere. The hollowness in his eyes is obvious to me. A sympathetic ear might be helpful for him. Once again, my emotions tried to sway my decision. Avoid be