Sorry for the grammatical errors.

I shook my head crying as my nails dug into his back leaving scratches which didn't seem to do anything to him, I bit my lip trying to swallow my screams, my vision was black due to my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Electricity was now a part of me as my legs shook, climaxing, whilst I screamed, it wasn't long before I sobbed out loud at the pain coming from my throat.

'Let me hear your screams, love.'

Lachlan knew the excruciating pain brought to me by using my voice, I could speak but if I do it too long it hurt, if I screamed I felt like I was going through it all over again. I could feel the wound open with every scream, the pain was unbearable. I panted crying as I fisted the sheets, one of my legs close to my head as Lachlan drilled into me. I could feel him making me feel whole and full, I could feel every single unending thick inch of him, every single beat of my heart echoed in my head as waves of powerful pleasure washed over my body, starting from the depths of my core to my entire body, my body convulsed with the force of the orgasm as I lost hearing for a minute. I sobbed.

I don't know how many times I have apologised. I have begged, I have cried but nothing moved him. The fact that my bruises, screams or begging didn't move him, terrified me more. I have never seen such void eyes, there was absolutely nothing there. Just soulless dark holes. It was no point but I couldn't stop trying.

I had bruises all over my body because of the way he handled me, his touch was rough, possessive and powerful, my body completely submitted to him and I hated myself. I truly did because his touch still made me hot and weak in the knees. It was just a few days ago when he put a knife through my throat, for saying no to him. I couldn't stop crying even before passing out. The amount of pain was indescribable, yet my body welcomed him, I hated it.

He didn't say anything to me. Instead he brought me to his yacht, secluded and alone in the ocean where my screams would reach no one, not that anyone would help if they heard. His staff was wallpaper, nothing happened. They were never around until they were needed, I only saw them then. It was just a few people. There was a doctor on board whom I also never saw around until my neck was bleeding out and Lachlan reopened or worsened my wound with his hands.

Lachlan fucked me at all times of the day. I wasn't allowed to wear any clothes. He fucks me until I bleed from my neck wound and then he lays me on his chest on the deck and we silently watch the stars and the ocean, I cried -every time.  Wishing I could take everything back. By then I wouldn't be able to say a thing to him. It was bitter sweet I would be too tired to even move a limb. He was an animal, just being in his presence made me tremble. He made me say it again just so he could almost rip my head off. I don't think I would ever be the same again.

I panted in relief when I felt him out of me. My lips down there were swollen, I almost cried at the short lived break, I didn't want to orgasm anymore, I was tired. I felt his grip underneath both of my legs separating them and holding them apart. Before I could even try and plead with him, I felt him thrust into me, each breath became a gasp, a heartbeat became a thunderous drumroll heralding my impending release which I felt at the depths of my souls. Tears streamed down my eyes my very soul couldn't get enough of him, it craved and completely feared him. Electricity bolted through my body, I climaxed my legs trembling as I screamed his thrust powerful and vengeful, I was beyond sensitive I didn't know how long we have been doing this, I lost count. I could feel clawing pain of my throat overtake my body, with my swollen lips having had more than enough, along with the toe curling pleasure from another release.

He never tired instead every time I came I fuelled him on, even after his release he would still be ready for action. I couldn't do this for the rest of my life.

Nothing scared me like being his wife, he had said it before but deep down I have always thought he was delusional because by that time I would be out of this place. The thought of completely being his kept me up at night, Lachlan was so evil I couldn't even being to describe it. His family consisted of possessive psychopaths who don't believe in divorce rather torture and death than divorce. The only way one would exit a marriage was by death. As much as that scared me I knew that Lachlan was worse. He scared my very soul.

My body shook underneath him, I hated myself. His hand traveled up my body leaving a trail of fire behind, his lips claiming mine, my eyes closed on their own accord as he dominated my entire body. Even after hurting me, my body was ignited by his touch alone to his amusement. I didn't understand even with a bandage around my throat, barely surviving, he still had power over me. There was no remorse in his eyes instead just darkness. I wasn't able to stop crying even after waking up in hospital, I couldn't stop. He won, he always would.

I gasped for air as my vision faltered, all of a sudden everything became dark as celestial bodies were littered all over my sight. My stomach tightened, I failed as I moaned out his name feeling my very own soul give in, the mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming. For a minute I even forgot where I was as I came hard scratching his back shaking, I was reminded by the bed sheets and the bed that he was so close to breaking. He wanted to kill me. He wanted me mute.

"La-Lachlan please." My voice was croaky yet soft, there was a certain level I could not surpass. I could feel all of him, pain and pleasure washing over my body as my limbs trembled. I screamed his name scratching his back as he continued to thrust, the intensity of ecstasy went beyond this realm, the cosmic plain became a norm, sparks ignited every fibre of my bring I prayed for death, it was too much. I could feel every bit of my body high on ecstasy and agony, it was torment. I trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ablaze with sensation.

Tears flowed ceaselessly, staining the bedsheets beneath me, a testament to the anguish that gripped my soul. My throat seared with each breath, the wound fresh and raw, a constant reminder of the violence inflicted upon me by him. And yet, amidst the chaos a perverse euphoria engulfed me, binding my very soul to him.

I wanted to try and sooth it with my hands but I could not let go of the bed sheets. I felt his grip on me tighten, his hold possessive and overpowering. He was determined to break me, body and spirit, until all that remained was his will. The only use I had for my hands were for his skin and the sheets.

He let go of my legs folding them beside him my feet on the bed as he parted them, pulling me towards the edge of the bed, I couldn't stop crying. I could barely see as I tried to accommodate him going in slowly, my eyes bulging out. He only gave me a second to try and breathe before his thrusts took my right to breathe away. I couldn't pronounce a single word. It was just sobs and moans. My body arched in compete pleasure, my muscles tightening in anticipation, consumed by a whirlwind of nerve wrecking pleasure. I screamed as his hand lightly wrapped around my throat seeing the darkness in his eyes.

He released my legs, folding them beside him on the bed, and parted them, pulling me towards the edge. I couldn't contain my tears, my vision blurred as I braced myself for his entry. Slowly, taking his time as if to taunt me, he penetrated me, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he filled me. My eyes widened in agony, struggling to accommodate his girth. I could not breathe.

Before I could catch my breath, he thrust into me with merciless force, stealing away any form of control I tried to convince my self I had. I couldn't pronounce any words. I was reduced to sobs and moans as he plunged deeper, igniting a firestorm of pleasure within me. My body contorted in ecstasy, muscles clenching with anticipation as he drove me to the brink of madness. He had already lost his mine he was pulling me towards the dark side -I was on the brink of madness because of him and for him.

With a tightening grip around my throat, he pushed me over the edge, darkness swirling in his eyes as I screamed in euphoric surrender.

"Now my love. I want you to really scream for me." His have tightened around my throat as he fucked like he would never get to be inside me ever again. I screamed my head off, his hand worsening the pain knowing that he wasn't near done. I prayed for death.

"Now, my love," his voice was a sinister and dark, my whole body alert, it sent shivers down my spine. "I want you to scream for me like you've never screamed before." His grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my air as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me gasping for breath.

I screamed until my throat was raw, the pain intensifying with every thrust. His hand pressed harder against my throat, amplifying the pain, a cruel reminder of his dominance. In that moment as I writhed beneath him, I prayed for death.

Death seemed like a sweet escape, I was trapped in this agonising cycle of pleasure and pain. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain coursing through my body, but intertwined with the torment was an undeniable sense of arousal, I was beginning to doubt my own sanity.

I clawed at his arms, desperate for relief, but he only tightened his grip, his fingers digging into my skin with a brutal ferocity.  I felt like a tiny twig in his hands which I was, he was reminding me that he could easily snap my neck. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with sweat and blood as I surrendered to the abyss of his lust.

And as he continued to plunder my body, I felt something inside me break, a flicker of hope extinguished by the relentless darkness, he was an animal. Dark spot consumed my sight as my vision blurred, the intensity of pain and pleasure drowning me alive, I came, my muscles tightening around him. With a guttural groan, he emptied his unending seed himself inside of me, every time he came inside of I couldn't help the feeling of pure fear.

The sound of the bed finally breaking beneath us failed to startle him as I trembled beneath him feeling my vision fail me. And then, everything went dark, the world fading into oblivion as I surrendered to the darkness.
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I laid on his chest barely immobile as the wind brushed over my tired and sore body as if a remedy of some sort for that short period of time. I was getting chilly so he gave me his shirt to wear. The stars twinkled like there was no evil in this world. I truly didn't know or understand evil until I met this man. Goose bumps covered my body when I felt his hold tighten over me my heart rate picking up.

I couldn't stop crying in his powerful, overwhelming presence, even now my tears wet his chest, seeing people around me made it worse, they could see the pain in my eyes yet they acted like everything was okay. Seeing the doctor felt worse because he could see everything, the damage, the aftermath yet he couldn't do anything, I knew no one could help me but it still hurt.

The doctor told him in front of that if he continued on like this, not only would I lose my voice forever, but my lungs were now failing, a slow and agonizing descent into death. His response chilled me to the bone. There was no flicker of concern in his eyes, no hint of remorse for the torment he had wrought upon me. Instead, he welcomed my impending death with a twisted fascination, as if my suffering were nothing more than a cruel experiment for his amusement.

"Why do you hate me so much- I -I can't even stand without crying in your presence -I don't understand why why you hurt me so much." I whispered my own voice foreign to me.

"I don't hate you Isla."

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." I croaked, feeling my unending tears wet my cheeks.

"I don't believe in apologies love, I believe when you make a choice you should have the balls to stand by it." My heart was racing his very voice caused tremors to rip through my body.

"There fore stand by your word. Just because I would burn the world at your command doesn't mean you get to forget who the fuck I am lass." his voice cut through the silence like a blade, leaving me trembling in fear. I couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down my face, silently bearing witness to my despair. I had nowhere to go and no one to help me, I was alone with him in the middle of only God knows where, with the ocean around me.

Funny enough if we were on land, a part of me would have ran than to suffer through this. I would rather be hunted down than to face him, because I have faced him, ever since he took me I already knew the outcome. I didn't care that he probably would find me what I longer for was freedom wholeheartedly, even a minute if it would do.

"Y-you can't do this- Lachlan.- please."

"You were made for me, I can do what ever I fucking please with you." The sounds of the night were not as pleasing as they usually were. I realised I have barely defied this man and all of his reactions were beyond imaginable, I was convinced that I would truly die by his hand. I panicked.

"If you take my ability to speak Lachlan- who - who will sing lullaby's to our children." Even the thought of having children with him made me terrified, I didn't want to lose my voice and I knew I was very close to it neither did I want to die. I played his cards absolutely terrified of doing so but I had no choice I was desperate. His chest rumbled as he chuckled.

"The thought of you having my children makes me want to be inside of you." His tone was low and deep, I physically started trembling. I could not take it any more- I was no longer able to walk he carried me around which he seemed to enjoy. I could tell he wanted me completely dependent on him which made him more twisted and dangerous, it made my thoughts run. My legs couldn't stand, I couldn't take him. I would die from pain and pleasure. He would paralyse me.

"P-please."

"Please what love?"

"I -need-please give me time to heal." My voice was barely above a whisper but I knew he heard me. I felt his gaze on me as I looked at his chest my eyes tired of crying but it only seemed natural now. How could I not only know crying in this situation.

"I am -I know that I belong to you Lachlan-I know and I'm not fighting-" I paused holding in a sob afraid that it would hurt me more than speaking did, if released, my words also curved a spear through my heart and made my stomach tighten in fear.

"-I just -I'm sorry." Words disappeared when I peaked at him. Fear swallowed me up my mind scrabbled. His silence made me uneasy, the only thing that spoke was the possessiveness in his embrace.

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I sat on his lap the darkness of the night a silent comfort, I didn't want to be far from him, being far from him made it easy for me to mess up, easy for him to make me replay the scene again which became a problem because my body knew what came next, but Lachlan was unforgiving, and merciless. I was tired, my body and soul were exhausted. Lachlan proved to be insatiable, his animosity paralysed me.

I took over cooking when I could, he would just look at me and I would think we were fine. I would think whatever beast I provoked was now asleep and then he would ask me to repeat my words, no matter how much I begged I only made matter worse, there isn't a place on this kitchen he hasn't thoroughly fucked me into unconsciousness. He wasn't human. I was barely hanging on by a thread. I had no appetite but of course I had to eat, I didn't want to upset him.

I dysgraphia exactly know how long I have been here neither did I have the chance to fully fawn over this beautiful yacht.

"I haven't done anything serious to you yet you tremble in my embrace." He said his tone held amusement and I almost broke down at 'anything serious'. I have never been through anything like this in my entire life. I wished I never met him. 

I looked up seeing one of his brothers enter the dinning space Gaelic filled the room as he chuckled looking at Lachlan, communication with the monster.

"Ceallach." Lachlan's voice boomed, almost making me jump. It was his one of his brothers, I think he was the second oldest, he was the one I saw the most in Lachlan's office. They all looked like Viking God's and heavily favoured each other. I almost shuddered at the rumble that came from Lachlan's chest, as he said something to him in Gaelic. I couldn't understand a single word.

"Sister-in-Law." He said acknowledging me, with a nod, I only waved back laying my head on Lachlan's chest which made them both chuckle. What he called me reminded me of the ring on my finger which I had tried to make my mind forget about. It felt like a death sentence. I had tried to forget but miserably failed time and time again I would catch myself looking at it. Lachlan liked looking at it on my finger with a crazed possessive look in his eyes.

I watched them converse and they looked almost normal, if it wasn't for the fact that they naturally were intimidating. They naturally emanated an aura of power and darkness. They seemed almost godlike in their presence, commanding respect and instilling fear effortlessly. Their features were not of this world, even if you didn't want to stare you would.

Despite their imposing demeanor, as they sat nearby engaged in conversation, the air around them remained eerily tranquil. The almost looked normal.

"I'm ecstatic." Caellach said, I could hear the pride in his voice as looked at his brother.

"Where is Kamaria now?" Lachlan asked, as I tried to piece together their conversation.

"In hospital, she tried to kill my child." Caellach's voice was laced with darkness each word carrying the weight of his disapproval. "I had to get the notion of her thinking just because it's her body she could do whatever she wants -out of her head." I shivered as Lachlan chuckled, saying something in his language.

"The lass had the fucking audacity to ring me up and let me know, can you believe it?" Caellach's voice dripped with venom, as he chuckled. "For the first time in my life, I was rendered speechless. She had the nerve to claim she was doing the right thing by informing me so we could peacefully move on with our lives. -I almost killed her, brother."

"You wouldn't have with your wee one growing inside of her." It was terrifying to hear how these men thought. They were from a completely different world.

"-When is the wedding because you know better than to be reckless with your seed."

"As soon as she's conscious. I'd never make that mistake, brother. " Caellach scoffed, his tone dripping with contempt. "I couldn't wait, didn't want to. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew, as insane as it sounds." I felt sick to my stomach as I tried to keep up a normal facial expression. What has the world come to. How was God letting these crazy people have so much of power and influence in the world. It was hard keeping up with the conversation after because of their native tongue.

"When am I getting nieces and nephews, sister-in-law." I was pulled out of my thoughts by his brother, I realised they don't call me by my name, it usually was sister-in-law. I didn't know how to reply as he watched me.

"When Lachlan and I are ready." I said, his eyes moved to his brother as of now awaiting the real answer it made my stomach drop. Lachlan replied in his native tongue, leaving me uneasy as I saw the happiness in his brothers eyes which I didn't think was possible. They had completely switched to Gaelic now the room boomed with their voices as my mind broke down. I have never been so desperate to know Gaelic. I could feel my mind run with different thoughts as I looked at my hands. I fought to distract myself so I wouldn't have a panic attack.

"Mother wants to see Isla, plus we have important business that needs you in person." His brother said no longer looking at me. He only looked at me when he was speaking to me or me to him other wise he kept his eyes on his brother.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

I went back into my mind thinking of my happy places knowing that even if I wanted to follow up with their conversation I couldn't. I was abruptly pulled out of my head once again when I felt the atmosphere in the room drop, I didn't know what they were speaking about but I could feel the darkness in the room. I wrapped my hands around one of Lachlan's hands that lay on the armrest, no matter how scared I was of his touch, this made him chuckle but I didn't dare look at him. I was drowning in fear.

There were calm yet their words seemed dark.

"Serenity," his brother uttered, pulling my gaze towards him. Lachlan muttered something, and though I longed to glance at him, I resisted the urge, amusement shone in Caellach's eyes. He exuded a sinister aura, akin to Lachlan's, sending a shiver down my spine as I recognized the darkness that lurked within him, he reminded me of his devil of a brother. I kept quiet and made no further movements as I prayed to God to keep me sane, because when it came to my sister I didn't mind gambling with my life.

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