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“Then better be a good slave and make me happy, you pig. And don’t wash your face until I say.”

Before that night, I was feeling that we were still friends somehow. I was keeping her happy in any way possible, and she was enjoying it. But after her boyfriend cheated, she became nervous and I was there to relieve her. For a couple of days, we both took illness leave from the job and stay at the home.

It was like hell. I’ve beaten so many times without any reason. I was yelled at because I am a man and we all are shameless bastards etc. As a response I did nothing except serving her even more.

Third night, after a couple shots of vodka, she started sobbing and told me that she misses her boyfriend so much. Apparently the yesterday’s cheating bastard became a romantic prince that have been misunderstood. I tried my chance to object her, but he responded me not with words, rather with lots of slaps and spits.

When she decided to drunk call her boyfriend, I was looking miserable. We were at the same house for three days, I had a couple of bruises on my body, and now my face is covered with her saliva. Luckily, no one answered the phone. She was crying out loud, and told me to leave her alone. I did not obeyed her this time and sat next to her, hugged her softly. She didn’t resist, instead let herself go to my lap and cried until she fell asleep. I lay down the sofa, with Emma on my arms.

I’ve waited as still as possible until she woke up in the morning. I was thinking that finally we were bonded to each other emotionally. My dreams were about to come true. Months of insulting and humiliations worked. After all, hard work always pays off.

When she woke up, she looked at me with a little disgust. I realized that all the spit had dried in my face and beard and my face was a disaster. She told me to go wash my face and bring her a painkiller with a commanding voice. I washed my face and brought her painkillers. My next mission was preparing her breakfast, just like every other morning.

She was looking and behaving better that morning. I thought, the period of acceptance of her grief had started.

But I was wrong.

She took a quick shower, put on a makeup and dressed up –a little bit slutty. She had become from hangover-lady-with-pyjamas to the world’s most beautiful women in just half an hour. Right before she left the home, told me “Clean up the house that you would eat your dinner off the floor and get lost before evening. Do not come back until I say.”

It was almost the midnight, and I was freezing outside. I had no money since all my accounts were directed to Emma’s accounts and she never gave me enough money. I had to wander through the streets until the morning. There were no sign from Emma and I didn’t know what should I do the entire night.

After she left in the morning, I cleaned up the whole flat, did the laundry and all other things you can think of. Around 3 pm I left the house, and since then wandering around the streets and waiting for her to call me. But, my phone was silent. And I was afraid to go home without her order.

But, I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I headed back to home around 2 a.m.

I opened the front door carefully. Waking her up was a bad idea, but still better than freezing.

There were a different shoe in the shoe rack. A man’s shoe was standing between Emma’s sneakers and stilettos. I listened Emma’s room, there were definitely a man sleeping with her. I felt a pain in my heart. Apparently, she made a peace with her boyfriend.

All the pain, all my service, my humiliation was useless.

All the love I felt was worthless.

I had spent my time, money and personality for someone who exploits me and gives nothing back. There wasn’t even a chitchat for months. Only her orders, and my obedience.

And now, she was sleeping with someone who cheated her, made her cry for days. And I had to wait them in a freezing cold until morning.

It was a clear defeat for me. No one can imagine the frustration, the disappointment I felt in front of Emma’s door. I was hearing those bastard’s snoring noises and trying to hold myself from killing him with cold blood.

I decided to cut that bullshit. I was going to kick Emma out of the house by the morning. I was going to get my life in order, find a caring girlfriend and live happily.

I went to my room to warm and rest a little bit. It was the last miserable night of my life.

I couldn’t sleep until the morning, the feeling of regret and frustration rushed through my veins and kept me awake.

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Around 9 am, I heard the some noises. A male voice said “Goodbye” and left the house directly. It was the time for me to sort things out.

Suddenly, my phone beeped. It was a text from Emma. It was obvious that she did not care about me at all. The freezing cold I exposed to was not a problem for me since she was fucking her cheating ex-boyfriend in a hot bed.

“Come quick and prepare my breakfast”

I get up from the bed. I felt anger in every inch of my body. Went to Emma’s room, get into without knocking.

There she was, completely naked, lying in her bed face down, and I saw her beautiful legs, her amazing ass, side of her wonderful boobs and smooth skin.

My heart stopped.