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"We are married. You are my wife, and you must satisfy your husband's needs," he interpreted while his disgusted fingers continued to open the hook of my blouse.

His fingers felt fire, burning my skin in a sinister way. Which I hate. If he thinks he can claim his right to me, then he is wrong. No one can touch me without my permission.

I clutch the blade between my fingers and twist it between my index and thumb fingers so it couldn't hurt me.

"I don't know how to satisfy a manwhore like you," I spat, looking at him through the mirror. My voice was laced with anger and disgust.

Lifting my hand I slit his palm which was pulling my blouse string a few second ago.