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The loud floors
It was a long and quiet car ride up to their new vacation cabin. There was a riff that had came between Dan and Whitney the past couple of months. Whitney had found some messages Dan had been sending messages to a girl online and he promised her it was just friendly but she knew better. They bought this place together to give them something to get out of the house and do together since the virus had shut everything down. Dan was excited about the hunting and fishing he was going to get to do this week and Whitney was excited about all the redecorating she was going to be able to do while he was in the woods. “I think this is it” Whitney said, as she turned down the radio. They headed down the long winding driveway Dan put his hand on Whitney’s and gave her a big Cheshire Cat grin and they pulled up to the small beautiful log home. Dan opened the door and reached into cooler sitting in the back seat and pulled out an ice cold Coors. He popped the top and said “alright babe vacation has officially started!” She smiled and laughed but in the back of her mind she knew how mean he got when he drank too many. They carried their luggage up the steps opened the door and walked into the cabin. It looked just like the pictures on line. The elderly lady they purchased it from said it belonged to her son but he had gotten into some trouble and sold it to her before he was sent away to prison. Whitney’s eyes immediently went to the hideous faded lime green shag carpet that covered the entire house. Pointing at it and looking at Dan she said “this is the first thing that’s has to go”. Dan just shook his head knowing how much that was about to cost him. They got all their luggage in and unpacked their clothes and began to it the cold stuff in the fridge. “I’ll take those” Dan said as Whitney started to put or of his Six packs into the fridge. “Please don’t get too drunk tonight” she said as she handed him the beer. “This is my last week of god damn vacation I get to take this year and I’m going to enjoy it!” He snapped back. She felt the cold air blow in the back door as he opened it and stepped out on the back porch. He turned on some classic country music and sat back in a patio chair. She just shook her head and grabbed the keys and headed out the door to make a Home Depot run. She looked around the store for a bit buying up a few things she loved and wanted to put in the new cabin. She finally walked over to the flooring section and found some snap in hardwood flooring that she adored and asked the associate if he could have it shipped up to their cabin. He said “of course we can have it there tomorrow” and went to check her out. She noticed a concerned look in his eyes when she told him the address to her cabin. “The Martin cabin?” He asked. “Yeah that was her last name” Whitney said with an uneasy chuckle. “No ma’am I mean William Martin. He was the man who used to live there but I haven’t seen him in a while” Oh said Whitney that must be the sons name. We bought it from his mother”. Rumor has it that he stole a bunch of money from some guys, then killed them and he’s spending the rest of his life in prison” the associate said. Whitney’s mouth dropped open and no words could come out. Did we really just buy a murders house? She thought to her self. The guy told her that her flooring would be dropped off tomorrow and to have a good night. “Fat chance of that now” she half jokingly said to him. She drove home with every word that man had said replaying in her mind. Wondering if it was true or just some small town gossip. She pulled up the drive way and seen every light in the house on and Dan standing on the porch beer in hand. “Where the fuck have you been I called you like 18 times?!” He screamed at her as she was getting out of the car. “ I just went to Home Depot to get some stuff to redo the house this week and my phone was on charge in the car. she replied sweetly to him. “ uh huh I bet you were at fucking Home Depot. Go figure how much of my fucking money did you spend?” “It was only like thirty five hundred dollars I got some pretty good deals on stuff” Dan stared at her with contempt as she walked past him into the house “thirty five hundred dollars!” He screamed “thirty five hundred fucking dollars!” Do you have any idea how hard I had to work to make that! A tear ran down her left cheek as she sat there listening to him rant. Dan finally calms down after ten straight minutes of screaming and sees how distraught Whitney is. He sits down beside her and brushes the hair from her wet face “I’m sorry” he said softly “you know I love you that’s why I get so mad sometimes. I’m sure the cabin will look great with the floors.” “Really?” Whitney squeeked “yeah babe” He said with a playful smerk. He looked her body up and down like she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “You know we haven’t broken the house in properly yet” he said with a playful tone she smiles and gives him a quick peck on the lips. He looks her straight in the eyes biting his lip as he pulls her back in. “Will you help me pull this carpet up tomorrow when you get back from fishing?” She asked him softly. “Of course babe” he said kicking his boots off. He takes his pants off slow looking at her puffy red face. “ I love you so much” he said to her as he starts taking her pants and panties off. Whitney leans back a little and let’s him pull them off, she loves him and she wants to believe that he loves her back and that he will get better. He kisses her inner thighs making his way up to her vagina. She relaxes and begins to enjoy her self. Thirty seconds goes by and he grabs her by the hips and bends her over the armrest of the couch and aggressively pushes himself into her. Whitney is in heaven for a moment. But only a moment. She feels Dan pull out thinking he’s finished already “that quick?” She asked jokingly. “No baby we’re just getting started” he replied “you wanna spend all my money without asking me... was the last words she heard as her body tensed up in pain as he rammed himself into her anus. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She tied to move but her legs didn’t work she just felt the pressure behind her hitting harder and harder till he grabbed her waist, pulled her hair and finished. “That’s what you get” he said smacking her on the ass. Whitney just laid there with tears running down her face till she heard him thud into the bed. Every step to the bathroom felt like a knife going into her. She finally made it to the toilet and sat there sobbing for an hour wiping the blood away before she could finally make her way to the bedroom. Never again she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.
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