Hey, It's Payback Time, Ex-Husband

Julia Forster

When I heard him say, "You talk too much," I immediately froze up like a deer that had been caught in the headlights of a bus. He came for me immediately, and I was unable to avoid it; I felt something steel-like wrap around my neck. He hit me. I felt like I was being suffocated by his hands, I could see the fire of wrath burning in his eyes, and he was staring at me as if I had done something he considered to be a mortal sin.

While I was slowly losing the breath I had gathered in my lungs, he murmured to me, "What have I told you about these silly questions, Julia?" "Always, you always ask these ridiculous and moronic questions as if you do not know the answer to them." Have you gone crazy?" His hold became increasingly firm on my throat, and I felt myself slipping away, passing out, and losing consciousness as a result.

“Benjamin… I am just asking you questions," I tell him feebly, trying to keep my grip on reality, but he simply slammed me down on the bed. My airways opened immediately as I tried to catch the breath that I lost while he had me in his grip because I was trying to catch the breath that I lost while he had me in his grip. If you do not choose to respond to it, you may always choose to ignore it, as you have done in the past.

He grabbed a hold of my hair and began thrashing me madly about the bed like a predator that had its prey in its teeth. The agony flew across my eyes now like a flash of red light as I felt the roots of my hair being ripped. It was a red light as I felt the roots of my hair being wrenched.

"I do not remember giving you the goddamned right to question me, Julia. I do not remember giving you the right to ask me at all." You already know the answer to these questions, but in an audacious attempt to draw a reaction out of me, you continue to ask them. "You fucking keep on asking them!" After throwing me into the bed, he scooped me back up and started choking me while simultaneously pulling my hair with the other hand. While he was doing this, the other hand grabbed my throat and the other hand pulled my hair.

I was unable to hold the sorrow any longer and cried out, "I'm sorry." Tears ran freely from my eyes onto the bed, but there was no pity in his gaze. There was nothing except hostility. "Please stop, Benjamin." I mumble under my breath, but he does not cease; in fact, it gets even worse.

Benjamin managed to tug me out of the bed by just yanking at my hair with his full power. I felt a whoosh of air as my vision changed, and I found myself gazing at the floor now. He hurled me off the bed. I felt a change in my vision. I found myself staring at the floor. During this time, I could feel clumps of my hair being torn out by Benjamin. I had landed on my face on the hard floor, which was not a pleasant experience.

"All right, let's get down to business. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun with you! As I heard Benjamin's footsteps approaching, he teased me and walked away. You've got a lot more guts than you usually have, haven't you? When he stated those words, I immediately had a mental image of the smirk that was on his face.

I had a terrible fall on the marble floor, and as a result, my head and neck were in excruciating agony. Additionally, I was shaken to the point that I felt disoriented.

I could feel him getting closer to me at this point, and I made an effort to get away from him in the hopes that he would leave me alone now, but as I did so, he laughed at me.

"Look who's trying to get away from me, Julia, pull yourself together. Let's not kid ourselves. Just accept your punishment, he said as he delivered a sharp kick to my stomach. The agony was so excruciating that it almost caused me to throw up whatever it was that I had eaten earlier. Because of the anguish that shook me from head to toe, I couldn't even think about what I had. I rolled onto my side and clutched at my stomach as I continued to cry uncontrollably. I was trying to figure out what the fuck I had done to the world to deserve being put through this torture. My sobs continued to flow uncontrollably.

I then felt Benjamin' shoe on top of my chest; he laid it on top of me like a hunter who has vanquished a carnivore. I was confused at first, but then I realized it was Benjamin' shoe.

I mumble, "Please stop," as the sorrow and misery that I was feeling once more began to affect my voice and cause it to crack.

“Sorry?” Benjamin pretended to be hard of hearing and said, "Did you say more?"

He stomped so heavily on my chest that it nearly seemed as if my ribs were shattering into small shards of bone that might possibly potentially puncture my lungs. He did this by repeatedly stomping on my chest. My vision was hazy as a result of the tears and the agony that I was experiencing when I felt him lift me up. I was trying to recover from the anguish. My awareness was vanishing more and more quickly.

Because his hands were on my chin, I could hardly see the face of my husband as he stood in front of me. I felt like I was being choked.

August remarked in a sarcastic tone, "Not finished yet, love," using the term of affection I had always used for him without irony. He then swung his palm to the side and delivered a backhand to my face. "Not finished yet, love" It clicked into place right at the moment when the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh filled my ears. At the same time as he was slapping me, I could feel the inside of my cheek cutting into my teeth. My tongue was flooded with the flavor of blood at this point. Benjamin reached out with one arm and caught me as I was about to hit the ground. He then assisted me in remaining upright.

I just stood there, feeling groggy. Everything seemed so far away at this point. It's the noises. The suffering. The dreadful truth. Everyone of them. It seemed as if my body had given up on itself and was only surviving as a shell of its former self.

I could feel him dragging me towards the bed, and when we reached it, he forcibly flung me on it while laughing at the same time.

Benjamin said with pride, "Time for the final touches," and all I could do was place my hands in front of me in an attempt to shield myself from his laughter, but all he did was laugh even harder.

I was hit by his blow and immediately felt it in my stomach, where I could feel his fist crashing on it. It made me cough, it made me weep, and it made the pain in my chest even worse. I was clearly going to have to spend the rest of my life with this guy, and the experience was a nightmare that repeats itself every time he is furious about something.

"You're absolutely correct, Julia. Take all of my animosity," he yelled at this point, groaning as he proceeded to hit me as I was lying in bed. My body no longer gave a damn about anything. In a strange manner, it seems that I had become accustomed to this type of treatment, since I was no longer recognizing the agony that I was being subjected to.

Some people could think that it was already a bad situation, but by sticking here they think I'm making it much worse. But how could I possibly know that? This was the life that I was familiar with; it was a never-ending loop of misery and torture, and all you could do was keep going as if nothing was wrong and act like nothing was bothering you.

After what seemed like an eternity, he calmed down and put an end to his wrath once and for all. I could feel him gently caressing my cheek as he leaned in close to me and spoke in a reassuring tone, "Next time, Julia." He was breathing heavily at the moment. You need to learn how to keep your goddamn mouth shut! " He collapsed into the bed in a couple of seconds, where Benjamin Forster, my husband, was fast asleep.