Abused

How Many?

Trigger Warning: this chapter (and others through out this fan fiction) will contain scenes of abuse/domestic violence and rape, do not read if you are sensitive to any of these topics.

"You're seriously going to work dressed like that?" Michael asked as he eyed Connie's outfit of choice.

Her outfit was nothing fancy, black trousers, a white shirt and a jacket. There was nothing different about today's outfit, Connie looked down at her clothes in attempt to see the problem but she just couldn't work it out.

"How can you not see a problem with it? You can be such an idiot sometimes!", Michael raised his hand, "How many?",

Connie knew exactly what he meant, she instantly stood still, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked up for permission to speak to which Michael granted.

"One for dressing inappropriately, one for being an idiot and two for making you punish me like this".

Michael sighed and chuckled slightly, "Wrong, bitch. It's two for the way you're dressed",

Connie looked up and spoke before she could stop herself, "Last time you promised you'd lower it!".

Michael slapped her cheek and she quickly bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears, she knew she'd get a harsher punishment after shouting.

"That's two for your stupid outfit, one for being an idiot, two for making me punish you, one for talking without permission and another for your tone", Michael glared at her, "is there anything else you want to add to that list?".

Connie couldn't hold back the tears anymore, she lowered her gaze, allowing Michael to see how broken she was, how much he had hurt her already.

"Evidently there is!" Michael yelled as Connie's head snapped up, "Good girls don't cry over nothing".

Connie knew she'd get a total of eight slaps, it wasn't many for her but she still didn't want it, "Please Michael..." she looked up at him but it was too late.

He delivered the slaps as promised, he didn't stop even when he'd hit her so hard that her nose started bleeding. All he did was send her upstairs to do her make-up so that nobody would see her bruised cheeks.

When he was satisfied with her appearance, Michael drove Connie into work, making sure to kiss her and whisper, "Don't you dare tell anyone about what happened, OK, Sweetie?".