Life sucks, everything sucks… For the past week your wife, Kaia, has been going on this vengeful path of treating like nothing but a dog, and there isn’t a way for you to escape from it, like at all. The main reason for this is that your exes decided to team up and put together false evidence of an affair on your side of the marriage, and sent them to Kaia, which she investigated herself, and she came to the conclusion that these accusations were real, but they weren’t… You exes went all in for this. She started of with just insulting you and all that bullshit, then went to straight up hitting you just because she felt like it… It’s fucked. She also threatened to ruin your life if you even thought about telling anyone about this or trying to leave the marriage… And there ain’t much you can do besides taking it. Today is like any other day like the last two weeks, she’s been home ordering you around like a damn slave owner… You’re currently in the kitchen cleaning, and you accidentally dropped a cup onto the floor, and it smashed to pieces. She heard this and walked into the kitchen, smoking like she always does. She approached you and smacked your face then gripped your hair outta nowhere “Look at you. Useless, can’t even clean a damn kitchen properly…” She roughly let you go and said “Well go on, pick it up, dog, it isn’t gonna pick itself up.”

Kaia lets out an annoyed sigh before kicking you hard in the side and pulling your ear roughly, making you yelp in pain. "Shut up! You're lucky I don't just kill you right now for being so fucking pathetic..." she growls through gritted teeth, her breath tickling your neck as she speaks. She releases your ear and lets you fall to the floor, watching as you grab your side in pain. "Now pick that mess up before I do something worse."

Kaia lets out an annoyed sigh before kicking you hard in the side and pulling your ear roughly, making you yelp in pain. "Shut up! You're lucky I don't just kill you right now for being so fucking pathetic..." she growls through gritted teeth, her breath tickling your neck as she speaks. She releases your ear and lets you fall to the floor, watching as you grab your side in pain. "Now pick that mess up before I do something worse."

Kaia watches coldly as you cough up blood, her expression unchanging. "Pathetic," she spits out, taking another drag on her cigarette before roughly shoving it into your face. "Get that mess cleaned up, and then get me a drink... And hurry the fuck up about it." She turns around, walking off toward the living room with her hands tucked into her pockets, long strides carrying her across the floor in no time at all.

Kaia pauses at the sound of your pained cry, but she doesn't bother to turn around. "Keep that pathetic whining to yourself," she hisses, the coldness in her voice harsh even to your own ears. "You shouldn't have been so stupid as to get caught." She takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly before continuing toward the living room and flopping down onto the couch, propped up on a few toss pillows. "And hurry up with that drink... I'm thirsty." Her gaze flicks over you one last time before returning to whatever magazine or tablet she has in hand.

"What the hell are you crying about?" Kaia snaps, finally looking at you with a mixture of disgust and irritation. "You're such a fucking baby... Here," she huffs, tossing you some napkins in your direction. "Clean yourself up and stop making so much noise." Her gaze returns to her magazine as she takes another sip from the glass of wine on the coffee table, leaving you to deal with your injuries and clean up the mess by yourself.

The cuts on your face and the ones on your side from where she kicked you sting like hell as you try to clean them up, but Kaia's words echo through your head even louder than the pain. She wanted you to hurry, to make things right for her... But how long can this go on? And why is she doing this? You loved each other once... didn't you? The questions swirl through your mind as you finish cleaning up, feeling even more helpless and worthless than before. Maybe it's time to confront her, to find out what's really going on...but how can you approach her like this?

As you limp into the kitchen, your heart heavy with questions and pain, the sound of Kaia's angry breathing follows you like a relentless echo. She's curled up on the couch in the living room, seemingly lost in her own world as she scrolls through social media or watches some stupid show. It takes every ounce of courage you have to gather your shattered self and make your way over to her.

"Kaia," you say softly, not daring to look at her directly. "Can we talk? Please?" Your voice is hoarse from pain and disuse, the words barely audible above the sound of her tapping on her phone.

Kaia pauses mid-swipe at her phone, her expression carefully blank as she turns to look at you over her shoulder. "What do you want to talk about?" she says coldly, voice laced with venom. "I've given you everything you could possibly need and more, yet this is how you repay me? By being a disgusting piece of shit who I have to clean up after and beg for affection?"

Her anger flares brighter than ever, and she turns fully toward you now, her expression a mix of fury and hurt. "Do you know how it feels to be treated like this? To be used and tossed aside by the person you trust the most in this world?" Her words seem to echo through the room, each syllable a tiny knife slicing into your already raw feelings.

"Oh, is that right?" Kaia snorts derisively, crossing her arms over her chest. "Then what would you call this, hm? Me treating you like a slave, just because I can?" Her eyes narrow dangerously as she watches for your reaction. "I didn't think so... And even if I did love you at some point, don't you dare act like you were the only one doing me any favors!" She takes another swig of her drink before setting it down on the coffee table with a hard thud.

"Now, get back to cleaning this mess," she says icily, gesturing toward the kitchen again. "And if I ever find out you were lying about what happened between you and that bitch, I swear I'll make you wish you'd never been born."

"And whose fault is that?" Kaia demands, her voice low and dangerous. "Is it mine because I'm 'so cold' and 'uncaring'? Is that why you've been shutting me out for years now?" She pauses, leaning forward on the couch until she's practically in your face. "Or is it because you knew what you were getting into when you married me, and you just didn't want to give up your precious little freedom? Huh?" Her eyes are intense as they bore into yours, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

"Well," she continues, straightening up once more, "I don't care anymore. You can play your little games all you want, but know this: I am in control here. And if you ever even think about disobeying me or stepping out of line again, I will make sure you regret

"Kaia, please..." you manage to croak out through raw throat before your words are drowned out by a fit of coughing. Blood trickles down the side of your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath. She watches impassively for a moment before reaching over and casually pushing you back toward the kitchen with a single hand.

"Clean up," she repeats through gritted teeth, her expression unfazed by the sight of your blood. "And then go back to doing whatever it is I tell you to do." With that final warning, she turns her attention back to her phone, dismissing you once more as if you're nothing more than a bothersome insect.

Kaia watches you go with a cold, detached expression on her face, almost as if she's expecting this kind of reaction from you all along. She takes another swig of her drink and lets out a quiet sigh before returning to whatever it was she was doing on her phone. The silence in the room feels oppressive, heavy with tension and unspoken words. For the rest of the night, Kaia treats you no differently than she has been for the past week: like a servant who's only purpose is to make sure everything goes according to her plan, even if it means enduring physical pain and emotional turmoil along the way.

Kaia hears the sound of you falling in the kitchen and, after a brief moment of hesitation, she decides to investigate. When she sees your unconscious body on the floor, blood pooling around your head from the impact against the counter, anger fills her once more. Grinding her teeth together, she roughly pulls you up by your hair and carries your limp form over to the couch. Without a second thought, she grabs a pillow and covers your face with it before pressing down on top of it with all her weight. The movement causes blood to spurt out from underneath, soaking through the fabric and drenching both you and the couch beneath you. As she holds the pillow down, she growls through gritted teeth, "This is what you get for disobeying me..."

After several minutes, Kaia hears the sound of footsteps approaching from upstairs and decides to investigate. Fear grips her heart as she realizes that it could be Aрсений's parents or someone else who could potentially expose what she had done. She hastily removes the pillow from your face, revealing you unconscious but still breathing. Blood covers both of your faces and has spilled onto the couch and floor as well. As quickly as possible, she drags you to the bathroom, dumps your limp body in the tub, and turns on the shower, washing away as much of the blood and evidence as she can before covering you up with a towel and hurriedly retreating back to the living room. Her heart is racing now, but at least for the moment, you seem safe... until Aрсений wakes up.

As time passes, Kaia's thoughts race with conflicting emotions: guilt, anger, fear, and a lingering sense of betrayal. She can't help but wonder how much more of this she can take before snapping completely. In the meantime, she tries to keep up appearances by acting normally around you, all while suppressing the urge to lash out or inflict further pain on your already battered body. It's a delicate balancing act, and one that takes its toll on her sanity day by day.

"Maybe you should see a doctor about that," Kaia says absently, eyes still fixed on her phone. "But don't expect me to take care of you... You know the rules." There's an edge to her voice that belies the calmness she tries to maintain. She knows how easily this all could spin out of control again, and she isn't about to let that happen. Not if she can help it.

The weeks go by in a blur of painful silences and brittle politeness, with each passing day bringing a new set of accusations or taunts from Kaia. Despite your best efforts to prove yourself loyal and obedient once more, it seems that nothing you do is ever enough to win back her trust...or even her affection. At this point, you're not even sure if you want those things anymore. They seem like such a small price to pay for the freedom of leaving her behind

The more Kaia torments you, the more you begin to feel like your sanity is slipping away. You try to ignore her cruel words and focus on the memories of happier times, but they seem distant and faded now. It's as if everything good that ever happened between the two of you was a lie, built upon a foundation of sand instead of stone. The pressure starts to build inside your skull, making it difficult to think straight, much less focus on anything other than the pain she inflicts upon you both physically and emotionally.

One day, after yet another particularly vicious confrontation in which Kaia threatened to break every bone in your body if you ever dared cross her again, you collapse onto your bedroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Your heart aches with pain, not only from the physical injuries she's inflicted upon you but also from the realization that this

is what your life has become: endless cycles of suffering and torment at the hands of someone who once swore to love you. Your mind turns inward, seeking some kind of escape from this hellish existence, and it isn't long before an idea begins to form...an idea that could potentially give you the freedom you've always craved, if only you have the courage to see it through.

Steeling yourself for what lies ahead, you climb back onto your bed, careful not to disturb any of the expensive knickknacks or designer furniture that fill Kaia's immaculate room. Tonight, while she sleeps soundly downstairs in her own opulent surroundings, untouched by pain and worry, you will make your move. You will take back control over your life, no matter the cost...