Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)

I want to give up.

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Rachel crawled on the floor in a towel-like condition. His long hair was gone, not even his head was almost bald because it was cut by the husband. His gaze was like a zombie and in some parts of his face there was a slap of Ramos. Her skin was injured by the pull and scratch of her husband. And his leg was scratched as a result of being dragged by the man.

Rachel held on to the leg of the dining table chair to stand up. His hands and feet felt numb and paralyzed. The girl even only wears a bra and ****** *****. The bandage on his stomach was removed to make the surgical wound clearly visible. Fortunately, the stitches are dry if not likely to be lifted like the first time in a saat with a knife.

The woman sat on the dining table chair with a blank look. The corner of his lips swelled. Eyes also swell due to slaps from Ramos that are so hard on the face and eyes.

"I-mom." Even his voice seemed to be stuck in the esophagus. "Pardon Rac-hel. W-can Rachel give up?" he said his voice was like it was impervious. "T-my body is starting to feel weird if he doesn't hit it. I-I missed it, Mom."

Rachel stared at the broken plates and glasses strewn across the floor.

Ramos walked towards his wife with a mocking and hateful look. I love seeing this girl suffer. She'll make Rachel regret having married him.

"Hem."

Hearing her husband's deheman, Rachel turned her head with a look of sadness and seemed to ask for mercy. His state was visible now even he was only able to sit while leaning back.

Ramos crouches down and equates his height with Rachel. He looked at the woman without pity. It was not even satisfied to see Rachel's suffering.

"M-Mas." Rachel's lips twitched.

"What, Honey? You want some more? You haven't been deterred by what I've done? Or do you want something more painful than this? I can do more and more. I will make you unable to forget all this pain. Just like the pain I felt when I was forced to marry a prostitute like you" he whispered as he stroked the wife's bruised face.

"M-gold."

Rachel's heart was shaking looking at Ramos's face. Maybe she was afraid or there were other feelings for her husband.

"W-can I love you?" pinta Rachel with her soft voice.

Ramos laughed and felt funny at his wife's request.

"Haha.... Don't joke woman ******. Do you know when I will never love you? To me you're just a pseudo-shadow I don't want to see around me."

Rachel's heart is getting sicker. The pain in his heart was more painful than the pain in the part of his body that was wounded by the violence of Ramos.

"I-I love you, M-mas." Rachel's look was so pitiful. His life was as if he was asking to be released from that cruel hell.

Ramos looked at Rachel with disdain. Why was he a little bothered by the girl's love speech?

Ramos shook his head and his mind started to go wrong.

"Hem, it's your own fault for loving me and I never asked. I suggest you stop loving me because I'll never love you."

Ramos stared at his wife's body, who was wearing only underwear and a bra. She's focused on the scar on Rachel's stomach?

"What is a uterus removal operation? So that you're free to relate to any man so you don't get pregnant?" the accusation.

Ramos stood up and folded both his hands on his chest.

"Go back to the room and put on your clothes because Agnes will come and stay here. Clean up all this mess." After speaking the man walked away.

Though Ramos heart intention earlier he wanted to torture his wife more. And she didn't know why she could take pity on seeing the undead Rachel.

Rachel gathered a million of her strength then moved and stood up slowly while dragging her scratched legs and wounds.

The girl walked slowly with shuffled steps while hugging her arms and body. He could no longer cry tears as if they were dry and absorbed just like that.

The girl stepped into their room. He stared at his long hair strewn across the room floor.

Rachel was as strong as she could not cry. She swore she loved her hair so much that she even took care of it with great difficulty but with so much strength the husband cut her without rest.

"I give up, Mas" she wiped away the tears

The girl went into the bathroom very slowly. She was no longer ashamed when she was naked like that in front of her husband. In his heart, he wants to escape and leave forever from Ramos' side.

Rachel cleaned her body in the bathroom. Fluttering under the shower, even though his whole body feels sore but he seems to not care. His heart hurt much more than the wounds on his body.

Rachel rubbed her body. No matter what wounds were clearly painted on some parts of his body.

The girl cringed feeling the pain in her stomach. He could not imagine how the wound in this operation. Wash your blood twice a week. But how could he wash his blood when he had never seen the outside world? He's locked up in Ramos' cage. Even to see the sunlight he had to fight life.

Rachel came out of the bathroom with a kimono wrapped around her body. No more hair to be proud of.

"Don't blame me, Mum. If I go and give up. I hope after this we won't meet again in a fate I don't want." Rachel put on her hard-earned clothes. Because he had to slow down so as not to get hurt in his legs and hands.

The girl looked at her reflection in front of the mirror. Pathetic face. His eyes seemed to have no meaning in life. Every day feels dead. Perhaps, the wounds that Ramos incised in his heart would not be able to be treated by anything.

"My hair." He held his hollow head.

Rachel cleaned her scattered hair. She can't even cry anymore. Why don't her tears flow anymore? Could it be that his heart had already died from heart-wrenching pain?

He also cleaned the broken plates and glasses under the dining table with his legs still dragged. He was not strong, it was just that he did not give up on his life. I don't know after this, maybe she'll turn out to be the creepy woman that ever was.

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