(F4M) When your abusive husband sucks at cards

(I'm looking to play out a somewhat cliché scenario this time. Hope you guys will indulge me!)

It was poker night for my husband and his friends. The kids had been put to sleep in a house down the lane, far enough that the noise from the din and clamour won't disturb them. My husband wasn't really a down-to-earth man, and nor were his friends. We had to move here, a more secluded house, as the noise would make the old neighbors dial up the cops.

My marriage wasn't really an ideal one. I married Jason out an urgent need for money, and he was the only person willing to provide. His alchoholic tendencies, violence, cussing and gambling made me fear for my safety, but i endured on. On the rare occasions when i did try to fight back, Jason would tie me up to a bed, whip me up, fuck me in the ass. Rinse and repeat. Sometimes even when the kids were home. It was difficult to even face them the next day.

The house was starting to get noisy and rowdy again. I had no idea what sort of card game they were playing, but Jason had already lost a lot of money. It all went to their 'common sache', or whatever they called it. The resourses to party harder. I was just cleaning up some plates in the kitchen when i overheard tidbits of conversation.

"Wohohooo! We're already in about 2000 bucks in the common pool, and most of it is Jason! Ahaha!" One of them laughed.

"Man, that's enough for today. I already lost all my money here you fucks. I ain't playing no more." That was my husband's voice. I sigh regretfully. Another wad of cash just wasted on useless things like poker and gambling.

"Well, you still have your wifey with you right?" I heard a rather vulgar voice, and a lot of cheering from the others. My heart sank. Surely my husband would have this bit of control right...? Oh how wrong i was. Even as i stood shocked in the kitchen, my husband bet my ass. And lost.

I was fiercely opposed to it, and even screamed at him for being auch an asshole. How i would never ever allow any of them to even touch me. All i got was a hard slap right across the face, courtesy of my husband. Even as i lay shocked in the chair, my cheek swollen, i heard my husband as he walked out. "I wasn't home. I heard or saw nothing that happened here. And, nobody lives around"

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