Fiza turned around looking at him shocked. While Kamran completely ignored what she said and groaned sitting on the sofa before he got his shoes up on the table.

"Get me some fried food with it..." He ordered before throwing his head back to gulp down the last of the bottle.

Fiza stood there frozen. Kamran had his eyes closed and was humming something before he cried out looking to his back where the bedroom was. "Nat! Where are you? Get my shoes..." But then he stopped and turned his face to Fiza.

"Fuck,..." He seemed to be taking in the reality before he said. "Get the carton in the fridge."

Fiza noticed the carton right beside his feet when she shook her head. "How can you? Does your family know about it? How can you drink? It's..."

"Who the hell are you to..." He threw the bottle at her feet and she barely managed to dodge it before it shattered on the floor. She was too scared to act and only looked at him.

"This is the last time you telling me what to do. You get me!" Fiza could realize his anger but there was no way her husband was drinking alcohol.

"Look..." This time she started softly but Kamran had his brows furrowed as if he had had enough of it. "...how can you ask me to keep something like this in our refrigerator. It is filthy..."

"You didn't," He got up from his place and Fiza took a few steps back all the while calming him. "Kamran, Kamran...Ap...Ap..." But he didn't seem to be listening when he got a hold of her scarf that she had tightened around her head for the prayer time, "I said you don't tell me what to do" and pushed her to the wall.

Fiza fell on the floor crying out loud but it only welcomed a kick in her guts, "Keep it down. Why the hell on the earth would you scream this loud!"

Fiza curled herself into a ball. She didn't see the blow coming and wasn't in her defensive mode. She was so scared he will hit her again and tried to move away but Kamran pointed his finger at her.

"You brought this on you. Do you get me?" While Fiza only tried to move backwards. Fear had taken the best of her. Her siblings had slapped her a few times but nothing compared to that kick in her guts.

It pained even to move a little. She leaned herself against the wall but didn't dare to get up while he slowly walked away. She saw him walking to the main door of the apartment and locking it up with the padlock. "Why are you...?" She asked out of fear.

"Did I hear you questioning?" Kamran asked and Fiza shook her head in denial. "Good, now what did I ask of you?" He asked and Fiza was clueless for a second before he repeated. "Get those bottles in my refrigerator. MY!"

Fiza winced in pain when she tried to get up and walked back to make more distance from him. Instead of passing him, she walked around the room to get to the couch. Kamran smirked seeing her walking half curled. And, when she picked up the carton shutting her eyes he loved her submitting to his will. He could tell she knew how to take lessons. She was everything he could dream of.

Fiza was quick to wash her hands on the kitchen sink with tears pooling in her eyes. She gets she was never the one to make prayers for a kind husband. But knew she didn't deserve such treatment. 'I can't live with him. I won't live with him.' She repeated in her thoughts without any inhibition and broke into sobs.

But the moment she felt a presence behind her she hurriedly rubbed her eyes. "Come on, you know what you did. Don't you?"  She knew the sweet faint smell from his mouth was of liquor and hated his proximity. Her skin had thousands of ants biting her skin when he placed his hands on her waist. "Let me have a look." He raised her shirt but Fiza was quick to hold his hands. "Please don't, I am fine."

She closed her eyes shut when he hugged her from back and kissed her shoulder above her dress. Fiza gulped biting her lip and started heaving when he pulled her scarf down. But the moment he kissed her neck Fiza sobbed. "Please, please don't do this."
Pulling her arm he made her face him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Fiza turned her face to the right and moved the back of her hand to her mouth to save herself from what he was spitting as he talk. "You know what it is."

Smack

Kamran slapped her across her face and Fiza held the sink to avoid falling.  Holding her shoulders in his hands he got her up while hitting her back into the iron sink, 'Ah,...'

"Why don't you realize it already bitch! You are in NO POSITION TO TALK BACK TO ME!!!" He said all of it so loud Fiza could feel the walls trembling. Her heart stopped while she feared what was to come next. But she tried to resist the moment she found him rubbing her body with his. He had her body sandwich between the sink and his body. He caught her face in his hands but Fiza got her hands on his mouth to push him. She knew what she could taste in his mouth.

"Please...no...please..." Kamran pushed her to his right and she fell on the floor with a thud. She didn't have any way to escape the kitchen without passing him and he didn't seem like he would let her go.

Fiza was quick to get her knees to her chest before she pleaded. "Please...Kamran. Don't hit me. Please..."

"I asked you to let me see how is it on your belly... I FUCKING CARED. I TRIED TO MAKE IT UP BETWEEN US!!!" Fiza covered her ear with her left elbow and moved back with her head down until the kitchen cabinet at her back stopped her. "...but you know what you are. You are one ungrateful bitch. One ungrateful bitch." Fiza slowly looked up and found him getting his belt out.

"Kamran..." She gasped moving her hand up but welcomed the belt on her hand. "Ahh..." She rubbed her hand but next, he struck on her head. This one left a cut right over her cheekbone.

"No!..." She screamed hiding her face in her hands but was kicked at her back. "Shut up or I swear I will cut your throat." Fiza looked at him whimpering as loud as one can imagine. And, this got Kamran to get the knife. Fiza shook her head before gasping. "I am sorry. I won't scream. I am so sorry, please."

"Yes, this is what I thought. Now, do you want to lose your life or let me discipline you in peace?"

Holding her hands she shook her head. "Please, please don't hit me. It hurts so much."

"It is supposed to. You see..." He strike her across her arm and Fiza jumped rubbing the affected area. "...it is supposed to make you understand..." This time she bit on her hand and turned around. "ahh," But gasped. "...who is the man of the house."

She had such a lean back and two strikes on the back were enough to tear her dress. "...who feeds this body,"

"Oh please God, make it stop. Please..." She begged but he strike her three times more before he screamed,

"...who fucks this body and who fucking can discipline it."

"Ahh..." A groan left her mouth.

"I swear I tried to be good with you. But all of you are the same..." He was now enjoying seeing her dress tearing from different parts and kept going on her back. "...you won't shut up! How dare you tell me no! I fucking own you until the end."

Not able to take anymore Fiza moved and tried to look at her back. "No, please no...ahh..."

"You didn't leave any way for me. You have turned me into this!"

"I am sorry...ahh," But was cut off with another blow.

She was a sobbing mess when he stopped and hiccupped when Kamran took a step to her before bowing to her level. Her whole body was shaking in pain while constant small whimpers left her vocals without a stop.

"Tell me I won't have to do this again."

Fiza had several tears smearing her face and mouth when she shook her head. "Please, don't hit me. Please...I will do as you say. I will..."

"Drink with me?" He asked and Fiza couldn't help breaking into sobs. The helplessness was evident in her eyes. She couldn't dare to react. She didn't want him to hit her again.

"This is what I meant," He said all the while leaning to her mouth. Fiza closed her eyes and didn't dare to move. He sucked her lips and got his rough hands on her tender back. He started rubbing his hands on her back and Fiza winced breaking the kiss. "I am sorry," She said making Kamran smile. "You will be..." Saying this he got his mouth in her ear and gritted.

"I am so hard I am going to tear your ass today."

Fiza closed her eyes in pain. She could feel the skin on her back on fire. Now she knew why she was scared of him. He did give away he could hurt her. But she never saw it coming like this. Or this cruel.

Fiza jumped a little when he held her face and made her look up. "Get my table ready for me. This is the least you can do after ruining my evening. You HEAR ME!" She was quick to nod her head and winced when she tried to make a futile attempt to get up.

Her back hurt so much with all that belting. Her hands were shivering fearing he will hurt her again. But he only passed her to open the refrigerator and got another bottle for himself before walking out to the couch. He kept his eyes on her before looking at the belt in his hand.

He threw the belt on the table and thought about his second wife Natalie. He never had to hit her much except for the times she welcomed the random praises from men when they used to get out. He was convinced it was always women signalling. Those were the times when he wasn't making enough and Natalie had to work in the restaurant as a waitress. He knew it was the worst decision he made. Because later on whenever he went to pick her he noticed her talking to other men at the table. With her bright smile that only he had the right on.

Fiza putting the bowls of snacks on the table put him out of his thoughts. He was quick to notice her long and silky braid and smirked. "Come sit with me." Her face was filled with tears. She hiccupped telling him, "Let me get you some more," But he was quick to hold her wrist and pull her in his lap.

"Did I stutter in what I ask of you?" She looked at him scared of what was coming. Hoping he doesn't hurt her more.

"Let me help you with your wounds." She didn't get what he meant before he dropped his drink on her back. Fiza winced in pain and disgust but he was quick to get the bottle in his other hand before he told her. "Drink it."

Fiza looked at him in horror and shook her head, "No, please..."

"You don't want me to start again. Do you? And, I swear this time I won't stop. Not until I skin every inch of you. And, you..." He tapped his two fingers on her head. "...forget all about saying no. Drink it!" He gritted at the end forcing the bottle in her mouth. And, though she tried to get away he was quick to force it in her mouth.

She had to gulp it down and he got the bottle away warning her. "Drink it. You don't want to see me mad, Fiza. Drink it."

Fiza was disgusted gulped it down and end up hiccuping. "See, it wasn't that hard. You can have more if you want. It will help you with sleep and pain..." She didn't react and kept sobbing. "...You are only nineteen. And, believe me. Whenever you think you know better than me. Shut up because you don't."

He got a few chips in his fingers and offered her. "Come on," She opened her mouth fearing his grim face. She could tell it was going to be a long night when he said, "You better not talk about what happened today to anyone. No one is going to help anyway. You will only end up embarrassing yourself. Unlike you, women here know how to respect their husbands. But don't worry..." He leaned against her mouth and rubbed her wounded and bleeding back digging his fingers. Fiza jumped and squirmed in pain "...I will teach you everything. It is high time that you learn everything."

A week of time-lapse will be there in the next chapter. Also, it will be soon too.