3

A COLD NIGHT

The night was heavier than usual.

Nadine dragged herself up the final steps to the apartment, her muscles aching, eyes burning with unshed tears. Her uniform smelled of sweat and cheap beer, and her mind replayed the humiliation at the motel like a broken film reel.

She hesitated at the door, clutching the cold doorknob as her pulse quickened. Something felt off. The silence behind the door wasn't calm, it was loaded.

She opened it slowly.

The moment she stepped in, a hand cracked across her face, hard.

Her back slammed into the door as it shut behind her with a dull thud. Pain flared across her cheek, white-hot and sharp. She barely had time to breathe before Theo descended on her like a storm.

"You disgusting bitch!" he bellowed, his voice thunderous. "I saw you. At your job letting men touch you. Laughing with them like a whore."

"No.. no, I didn’t... " she tried to speak, but another punch caught her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. She collapsed to the floor, curling into herself, her ribs screaming in protest.

Theo didn’t stop.

He kicked her in the thigh, then knelt beside her, yanking her up by her hair.

"Don’t you dare lie to me, Nadine," he spat, shaking her like a rag doll. "You wanted it. You loved it. You are nothing but trash."

She sobbed, trying to push his hands away, but he overpowered her easily. Her lip was bleeding now, and her vision blurred.

"Please, Theo... I didn’t do anything," she cried.

But mercy wasn't something Theo had ever offered. His eyes were wild with jealousy and rage, his fists the only language he knew.

He dragged her deeper into the apartment, uncaring of the bruises already decorating her skin or the way her legs gave out beneath her. Her shirt tore as he pulled at it, buttons scattering across the floor.

"You are going to pay for embarrassing me," he growled.

Nadine begged, pleaded, whimpered. Her voice cracked under the weight of despair, her body trembling.

But Theo wasn’t listening.

He pushed her to bed and tore of her dress, destroying it, making her stark naked. He then pushed her to the bed and came on top of her.

He made her lie down on her back and spread her legs widely open while he insert his big pipe. She shouted. “ Theo please. But Theo did not even do as if he heard her.

He paid most attention on her nîpplès. While looking at her face. He grabbed her nipple hungrily and sucked on her tits. When he realized how much she us shouting, he tied her mouth with a thick cloth. While roughly sûcking, kîssing and rômàncing all over her body. Now hewhispered into her ears. “ YOU ARE SO SWEET BABY" And your body is meant for me alone."

He practiced 45 different SÈX POSITIONS. With Nadine screaming and crying with her body ache but Theo didn't even care about that.

When he realized he wasn't satisfy with how she lied down, he dragged her to the bathroom, made her stand by the wall close to shower while he raised one of her legs up and inserted my pipe. He dogged her for like 10 times. He brought down her leg to closed her pûssy while his dîck was still inside her.

He pinned her to the wall. While he was kîssîng her and, rubbing on her nîpples and continuing digging continuously. By the time he was done having sex with her, she had already slumped. He collapsed heavily on the floor. Theo didn't even bother to check her. He went to take his birth and went to the room to sleep.

Nadine’s body lay still at first, every muscle screaming in protest with the slightest movement.

A sharp noise, voices raised in whispers, urgent and tense cut through the silence. Nadine’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurred and heavy with exhaustion. The room spun gently around her.

She tried to shift, but her limbs refused to respond properly. A sharp, burning ache spread through her torso and limbs, a cruel reminder of last night’s torment. Panic rose in her chest as she realized the cold truth. she was naked, vulnerable, exposed.

Trembling, she dragged her aching body across the floor toward the dresser. Each movement was agony, her muscles screamed with pain, and her skin felt as though it was on fire. Her fingers found a threadbare shirt and an old pair of sweatpants.

She forced the clothes over her bruised skin, each tug and stretch making her wince. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as the memories of Theo’s violence flooded her mind, the slaps, the punches, the hateful words that cut deeper than any wound.

Her sobs began softly but quickly grew into uncontrollable cries, shaking her fragile frame as she collapsed against the wall, clutching herself as if to hold her broken pieces together.

Minutes passed or maybe hours but eventually, she forced herself to try standing. Her legs buckled immediately, weak and uncooperative. She fell back to the floor, breath ragged and heart pounding with desperation.

With tears blurring her vision, Nadine began dragging herself toward the source of the noise, the living room.

What she saw stole the breath from her lungs.

Theo stood amid a chaotic mess of suitcases and bags, his face a mask of cold resolve. He moved methodically, packing his things like he was preparing for a final escape.

Nearby, her mother sat in a worn chair, her fragile frame trembling. The older woman’s eyes were wide with fear and confusion, her lips quivering as she whimpered softly, the sound twisting Nadine’s heart painfully.

Nadine summoned every ounce of strength she had left, crawling closer, but before she could reach them, Theo’s heavy boot crashed into her side with brutal force.

A sharp, searing pain exploded through her ribs, and she cried out, curling into a ball on the floor, gasping for breath.

Theo’s cold voice cut through the room like a knife. “Get up, you useless waste. You think I have time for your pathetic sobbing?”

Nadine’s vision blurred with tears. She forced out a shaky plea, voice cracking, “Theo… please… don’t do this. Please… don’t throw us out.”

He sneered, the cruelty in his eyes chilling her more than the cold floor beneath her. “I found my true mate,” he spat, voice low and venomous, “and she’s not some broken omega like you. You and your mother? You are done here.”

Her mother’s eyes filled with tears, her hands trembling as she tried to stand. Nadine reached out weakly to support her, whispering, “Mom, please… we have nowhere else to go.”

Theo laughed harshly, a sound devoid of any warmth or mercy. “Should have thought about that before, huh? Now get out. Both of you.”