Disclaimer: This story might be triggering for some. Joe is a bit of a douchebag in this story. Well...that's not true...he's a WHOLE crazed douchebag. Reader discretion advised.
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Sonya was exhausted-both emotionally and physically. Ever since she and Joe married, she felt like she was always walking on eggshells around him. She never knew when the other shoe was going to drop, she never knew what was going to set him off and send him into monstrous rampage. To their friends and family, Sonya seemed like the luckiest woman in the world, the envy of all of her female friends and family. She was married to one of the wealthiest real estate developers in south Florida. He was charming, rich and extremely sexy—well that is how he appeared to everyone in public. But, behind closed doors, Joe had a dark side. He had a hair trigger temper with a matching mean streak two miles wide and five miles long. Not only that, he was insanely jealous and terribly possessive. Sonya couldn't even say hello to a man without it being a problem, and heaven forbid if she smiled at him or engaged him in conversation. Of course, Joe would behave in public—complete with a phony smile and all, acting as if everything was great, to keep up the illusion of a happy marriage. But when they got home, he would keep her up the majority of the night, ranting and raving like a lunatic accusing her of flirting with the person whom she spoke to, threatening in no uncertain terms what he would do to her, if he ever found out she was cheating on him. As always, she pleaded her case that he was the only man for her and that she would never betray him. Despite her pleas, it appears that the only thing that would calm him down was sex, and it wasn't your normal consensual gentle sex. It was the rough, demanding, "if you ever cheat on me, I'll kill you" sex, complete with how his eyes would change as he stared at her while having sex. It felt as if she was staring at the devil himself, and when he climaxed he would put his forehead to hers and growl "Mine" in a voice that made her blood run cold, before rolling off of her and falling asleep.

However, the last two nights had been peaceful as Joe had been out of town on business and finally Sonya could get a couple nights of peaceful rest. For the first time in a long time, Sonya felt relaxed as she drifted off into dreamland enjoying her comfortable California King size bed that was devoid of her crazy husband.

As she slept, Joe had came home and made his way into their master suite. He was in a foul mood because the business deal that he had hoped to land, had hit a snag as the potential clients were having some trouble getting financing. The client' attorneys assured Joe and his partners that it was a mere oversight and there was nothing to worry about, but that did nothing to quell Joe's mood, as he was pissed off and needed to unleash it on someone. Unfortunately, that someone was going to be Sonya.

After he showered and put on his tank top and shorts preparing to join his wife in bed, he dropped his suitcase in his walk in closet. When he came out, he saw that Sonya's walk in closet door was open. He shook his head as he had always told her to keep the door closed as half opened doors were one of his pet peeves. As he went to close the door, something else caught his attention. As he looked at her dresses, he noticed that one was on a wire hanger. A wire fucking hanger, he spends big money on her clothes, and this is how she treats them? Putting them on wire hangers?! He thought. When he saw the offensive item, it made him furious. No, he wasn't furious, he was ready to explode with rage.

He stormed over to the bed where Sonya was sleeping and stared down at her, his nostrils flaring, his lips twitching uncontrollably as they did when he was angry and in his massive fist was the bawled up dress on the wire hanger.

Suddenly, he ripped the comforter off of her startling her by the action....

"SONYA!!!! WAKE YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW!!!" Joe roared.

"Huh? Joe? W-when did you get back?" Sonya asked groggily, shielding her eyes from the bright light of the room.

"NEVER MIND THAT!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!! HUH?!! I BUY YOU THE BEST OF EVERYTHING!!! THOUSAND DOLLAR DRESSES AND YOU PUT THEM ON FUCKING WIRE HANGERS?!!! I TOLD YOU NO WIRE HANGERS!! EVER!!!!" Joe screamed, ignoring her question.

"Baby...." She started to say.

Suddenly, and without warning, yanked her roughly out of bed by her arm, dragging her to the closet tossing her inside.

"LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!! I SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON YOU AND THIS IS THE GRATITUDE YOU SHOW MEEEEE!!!!" Joe yelled.

"I'm sorry...." She whimpered, his anger scaring her as she didn't know what he would do next.

"Yeah you are sorry! Sorry as fuck!!! You're sorry...what? What is my name? Huh?" Joe continued to rant.

"Daddy?" She said in a small voice.

"Daddy what?" Joe growled.

"Daddy dearest." Sonya sighed.

Joe stared at her angrily before speaking....

"I don't think you meant that, so you know what? You're gonna sleep in this closet and think about what you did!" Joe yelled slamming and locking the door.

Sonya slid to the floor in tears. What had become of her life? What happened to the sweet loving man that she married? Was this the man he had been all the time? Had she been tricked by his amazing sex game, good looks, charm and wealth?

She just didn't know anymore.

The End

I hope you all liked it as this is my first one shot.

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