Scarlet glanced at herself in the mirror, her nakedness visible to her. Pain emanated from her abused body, bruises marring her pale flesh. Each lesion carefully placed over her ribs, hips and her back, marks that would be hidden from the public eye.

A low chuckle rose from the bed, her eyes meeting her husband's through the mirror, "Well look at you," he murmured as he sat up, lazily draping the sheet over his lower half. He was a handsome man, with his dark locks and piercing blue eyes, muscles that he exercised every morning.  

Despite his charming looks, Scarlet couldn't help but feel fear crawling up her spine, or the way her heartbeat rose inside her chest with each step William took.

She watched as he enveloped her his arms, the warmth of his skin pressing up against her bare back. To anyone else, it would've been loving. But to Scarlet, it was something she feared.

Paralyzed and unable to move she watched as his hands reached for her neck, slowly cutting off her air supply. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, her lungs begging for air, fingers gripping his wrists.

"Ple-ase... Will..." Scarlet gasped out.

William smirked, "Oh Scar," he whispered into her ear, nipping her ear lobe, "You're so beautiful when you beg." He released her, letting her fall to the floor, gasping for breath, "Get dressed, we're leaving for the yacht in a few hours."

Without a sound he walked out, leaving Scarlet whimpering on the floor.

But I love him, she thought, her fingers tracing over the bruises. Just like the many times before, she lifted herself up from the floor with quivering legs and begun her daily effort in hiding the countless bruises across her once pretty skin.

******

She loved the sun. The warm rays that soothed her cold flesh, momentarily taking away the pain of her bruises. The blue skies that had no end, clouds that drifted across the peaceful atmosphere. A place where pain and anger never existed.

 "Get inside Scarlet," Will growled, nudging the small of her back, forcing her into the dark and confining interior of the yacht. 

Scarlet blinked, adjusting her pupils as the servants above the yacht opened the curtains, allowing the filtered sunlight illuminating the luxurious interior of the second floor yacht. Wooden floors shined beneath the light from the windows, the soft glow of the chandeliers giving it a touch of gold.

"May I take your bag and your hat Mrs. Foster?"

Scarlet turned, looking at the young maid who had spoken. She was a pretty woman with her blonde hair and green eyes, the tan on her skin speaking of many hours beneath the sun, her uniform hiding away the curvy figure that Scarlet could barely make out. However the woman seemed kind with a genuine smile on her lips, eyes that glittered like emeralds. 

Scarlet shrugged off her Louis Vuitton purse and handed off the black and white floppy hat to young woman.

"Bring me a whiskey," Will said, brushing past Scarlet and opening the glass doors to let the breeze of the sea in. She inhaled the crisp sea air, her lungs rejoicing at the freedom of the sea.  "And Scarlet," Will said, causing Scarlet to stiffen while he took a sip of the whiskey the maid had bought him, "Wear that red bikini I bought you."

Scarlet could feel a smile stretch across her lips and obediently complied. She enjoyed when her husband requested something from her, especially when it involved him watching her in the way a husband should. Without further thought she made way to their bedroom on the yacht, the wood and marble furnishings lining the wall while the king sized bed settled in the middle with a cushioned bench seat at the foot of the bed. The luxury was something she had grown accustomed since she first met Will.

She once had been a college student from a middle class family, struggling to make ends meet and worked while studying in law school. It was a quaint cafe that many  upper class students frequented, with her merely working as a waitress. That's where she had met Will.

He was young then, captain of the rugby team. A man who always smiled and supported his friends, the tender way he treated those around him, genuinely listening to their problems. That was the man she had fallen in love with, a man who had greeted her with the softest smile. The softest kisses and gentle touches when the first laid together. As their relationship progressed and they tied their lives through marriage, so did the business William hand created. It boomed from one day to another, the mass expansion spreading across the globe. Gone was the kind and gentle mannered man, replaced by a serious and cold hearted man. He became more rough during their love making, jealousy taking over him every time a man dared to speak to her.

Any other woman would have left him, taken away half of his money, but she couldn't bring herself to abandon him. A man who fought hard to make a name for himself without depending on the powerful name of his parents. A man she loved.

Scarlet shook her head, trying to shrug away the the thoughts that threatened to darken her mind. She instead placed a smile on her lips, running her fingers over the smooth threads of the red swimsuit. Without further hesitation she undressed, stepping into the swimsuit and pulling it over her body that Will adored. 

She glanced at the mirror, watching the suit cling to her ample hips, the steep dip that shone the cleavage of her full breasts. 

"Beautiful," she heard a deep voice say behind her, the sudden onslaught of heat meeting the bare skin of her back. Scarlet swallowed, her flesh tingling as his fingers touched the small of her back, lips brushing over the sensitive spot on her neck. Shivers went down her spine, the soft ruffle of her red hair being swept away over her shoulder, "I should ravish you tonight."

Scarlet bit back a smile but the feeling quickly vanished with the close presence of her husband. She turned, watching her husband take his place on the bench in front of the bed, "Bring me a glass of whiskey," he said with a glint in his eye.

Scarlet obeyed, not wanting to change the strange but rather soothing way her husband was acting. A smile kept touching her lips as she poured the amber liquid into the glass, dropping a single cube of ice into the glass.

We will make love tonight, she thought, the kind of lovemaking that they hadn't made in years. The soft gentle touches, the soothing words that he would whisper in her ears. 

A light giggle left her lips as she returned back to their bedroom, a sense of excitement urging her heart to beat like that of a  fluttering butterfly. She checked herself in the mirror of the hallway, hoping the red lipstick hadn't smeared or her red locks hadn't strayed from the fishtail braid.

Scarlet let her thumb run over the rim of the glass but as she neared the bedroom door, she heard a strange noise.

It was the sound of soft whimpers, coupled by the sound of kisses.

Fear gripped her chest, her hand slowly turning the door handle. She didn't want to see what she what she could assume of the sounds but she needed know for herself. 

She fell into shock as she watched the pretty maid was pressed up against her husband, both of them too busy taking off each other's clothes to notice her. But they did when the glass of whiskey fell to the wooden floor. 

The lovers turned, neither one showing their guilt but smug smile on their lips.

"My, my," Will murmured, "You came too soon love. I expected for you to at least check yourself further in that mirror of yours." Scarlet could only watch in agony as her husband gently pushed away the woman, making his way towards her, "Tell me Scarlet," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing," she whispered quietly, tears burning her green eyes.

Will kissed her lips, "Good girl," he said before closing the door in her face.

It was then that she knew that he would never be happy with her and she was merely a burden on his shoulders. Her mind was in turmoil, her heart numb and unable to fully process where her feet were taking. 

She found herself on the deck, the beautiful sunset unable to cheer her shattered heart.

"Make it stop," she whispered, her fingers gripping the metal rail, tears splattering against her fingers. Agony bloomed in her chest, the urge to live finally gone as her legs swung over the rail, the only thing maintaining her up right being the tiny ledge that was big enough for her toes.

A sense of calmness overtook her, the small consolation that she never learned how to swim loosening her hold on the rail.

With one last final look at the sunset, she let herself fall.

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A/N: Thank you all for letting me reach 1K! As a gift, I will let you choose a one shot between a couple for me to write.

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