She really wanted to bring her hands together and put them down, but for some reason she could not do it. Something held them, slamming hard into the skin. She tried to turn her head and see what was holding her wrists, but all attempts were unsuccessful. Trying to look around, she found that something was blocking her review. Her chest was itching, but there was no opportunity to scratch it. Attempts to move the legs also did not bring success, the feeling was created that they were fixed in the area of ​​the ankles and knees. “What happened? Why don't I remember anything? What happened? ”In the head, one by one, assumptions arose. "Maybe an accident?"

She tried to rise and look around, but some black spot was blocking the view. “Exactly in a cast!” She looked up and looked at the ceiling. He was painfully familiar. "Houses. What happened yesterday? How unbearably a headache. Remember! ”I climbed into my head nonsense. She remembered the scandal with her husband. As she visited him at work, and that he was not there, his secretary was not there either, so I had to walk around the offices of the office, and pester all employees with stupid questions about their boss. She called him, a female voice answered, his secretary, this son, answered that Pavel Sergeevich was busy, he had a meeting. “What the hell is a meeting, where?” She tried to drive away the thoughts of her husband's betrayal, but the facts spoke for themselves. Both of them were not there, the meeting was held where it was not known, but she was hung up with noodles and this is not the first time. She was furious, but chose to go home and wait for her husband there.

In the evening, when Pavel arrived home, she could not restrain herself and screamed at him, tried to strike him in anger. Pull off his hair, scratch his face. But Paul, as always, behaved with restraint, he did not even lose his temper and did not try to hit her back, although he could give a slap in the face or yell. He only dodged, intercepted hands, and, silently, listened to reproaches. Then he took a bottle of whiskey, and went into the office, leaving her further rage in the living room.

"Lord, what a fool I am!" I cheated on him yesterday with Yura. She heard the door open and then the sound of approaching steps. It was Paul, now it will be clear what happened to her. He walked over, bent over her.

- Do you want to drink?

He turned away from her, then turned back. He had a small ceramic teapot in his hands. He stroked her face with his fingers, outlining his contours, and brought the teapot to her lips.

- Come on.

A couple of sips and he removed the kettle.

- Pasha, what's wrong with me?

She asked. Her question remained unanswered. He turned to face her.

- What other desires will you have?

- Pasha, what's wrong with me?

- Nothing special, Helen, you're just connected.

He answers calmly.

- How? Why is this?

Her questions remained unanswered.

“Well, if you don't want anything else, then I'll go.”

He had already begun to turn around to go to the door.

- I want to write - Lena said a little embarrassed. "Now he will probably untie me" flashed a thought in her head. What was her disappointment when she realized that he had not thought of doing that. He turned to her, holding a large jar.

- You do not want to untie me?

- You know, no.

- Pasha, why all this?

“You know better, honey.”

- Untie me immediately!

She screamed in anger.

- Do you hear me, asshole, untie!

She saw that he was shifting the jug, which is carried from the right hand to the left, and the right hand soars upwards. She instantly felt a burning pain on her cheek.

- This is for you asshole.

- What are you doing, bastard ?! Do not dare to beat me! Quickly untie me, you moron! I'll go to my mom!

His right hand, takes off a couple more times, giving her a slap in the face for the slap.

- This is for you idiot.

Everything was seething in Lenin's chest.

- You bastard and maniac!

In desperation, she screamed at him.

- How dare you beat a woman !.

He was calm and cool.

- I'm not beating a woman.I teach my bitch.

“How dare you treat me like that!”

He set the jar on the floor, then raised his hand up to her face. She tried to dodge her. But it did not work out. The fact that she was not allowed to look around, did not allow even to dodge his hand. With his fingers he took her chin and approached his face to her face.

“I'll seal your mouth with a plaster if you don't shut up, darling!”

He said.

And not long to wait. He took out a package of white wide plaster, with a sharp movement tore a piece from it and stuck it to Lena’s lips.

Then he leaned over and picked up the jug. She felt his hand pushing the fabric of her panties to the side. Lips felt the edges of the jug.

- Well, will you piss or will I go?

She was ashamed, very ashamed to do it with him. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes lowered themselves. She could not look at her husband. He is now intruding into the most intimate and intimate. No, she cannot, cannot write with him. She wanted to tell him about it, but could not utter a word. And at that very moment she felt how his fingers touched her labia and spread them apart. She arched all over, trying to hold back so as not to moan.

- Fuck, you will long build from yourself not fucking hymen, ssy come on!

She could not restrain herself, and felt how a small elastic trickle flowed downwards, falling to the bottom of the substituted jug. Lena was both ashamed and scared. Her cheeks were burning from the slaps of slaps, or from shame. She could not look at her husband. Lena turned away from him. For all the time that they are together, he never swore at her, and never called and insulted her. At the moment of their quarrels, he was silent all the time, fending off all her attacks in a cold and restrained way. And then he suddenly shouted, and his face was very scary, she had never seen him like that. Pavel retired with the pitcher, and then reappeared with him in his hands, and, putting him on the floor, approached her very quickly.

- Maybe a morning cigarette?

He asked her, taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

- Oh, Len?

With a wink at her, he put a cigarette in his mouth.

- Well, why are you silent?

It was obvious that he was pleased to mock her, to watch her turn her head from side to side. He stretched his hand down and what he was doing there was completely invisible to her. But because she began to stretch and cut her belt and the fabric of her panties smelled, Lena understood only one thing that something was about to happen. The tension of his face the crunch of fabric and what was lace panties, is in his hand. She saw him smile, looking at her. And at the same time feels a touch there, in the region of her genitals, something wet and cold. She shudders at an unexpected touch, twisting her head and mooing.

- Yes, my love, I understand that it is difficult for you to speak with your mouth stuck, and smoking is even more so.

In his eyes flashed sparks of courage.

- Well, a little washed, now you can give you a smoke.

With that, he pulls a cigarette out of his mouth. She, in fear of what he had in mind, tried to bend over and shout to him through a sheet of adhesive tape. But there was only a lowing sound, but it is impossible to get out of the chains.

- You now, Lenka, look just class and very original. I think you need to look at yourself. Such originality and extravagance, you, dear, have not seen yet. Wait, don't twitch, I'll show you now.

Again with mockery, says Paul.

She felt something warm and smooth and small, entered between her lips. She continued to twitch and sag, and Paul again calmed her by slapping her face.

- I said, sit still!

He disappeared into the dressing room and rolled out a large mirror.

- Here look.

She saw herself tied to the bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly

ropes and tied to the upper corners of the bed. She was wearing black ...