Belt. A Five Minute #Freewrite

He took the belt to her. Again and again. It pained him only a little to do so; she did, after all, ask for this. It hurt him inside only because she forced him to do this.

She should know better. He wondered if her mother had instructed her in the ways of a woman.

He had certainly tried.

She was his wife. She had duties to uphold. He didn’t ask for much.

He was not without sin. He knew this. He chastised his carnal flesh nightly in punishment because of it. He was brightly aware that he would never be welcome in the Kingdom. He would suffer in the eternal fires of damnation. Yes, he was damned. And he knew he would never be able to rectify his wrongs.

But that didn’t mean she should ever be in the wrong.

With every smack of the belt on her back, he visualized her sins floating toward the heavens. With every welt that sprung angry against the pale of her skin he knew she was realizing her place; ever closer to the perfect wife he took into his home and heart.

She would love him. He would be sure of it. With every belt welt she grew closer to him. His belt was the instrument that would make it so. He enveloped her further into his heart with every cry that never escaped her lips and held her close.

She had nowhere else to go after all...

Belt. Inspired by the spectacularly stunning Ms. @mariannewest and her daily 5 Minute #Freewrite challenges. Grow as a writer in many ways- start Freewriting today!

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I was engrossed by the film Brimstone yesterday; this apparently inspired todays #freewrite as I could not think of anything else after hearing the prompt word Belt. It is a spectacular film. Dark, but terrifically made. If you haven't watched it yet it's definitely worth it :)