Sexy Bodyguard Jack
The Bile-Bitter Honeymoon

The dream honeymoon. As James called this trip. For days we sailed on his private yacht. Everyday, I live my days with monotonous activities. As usual, before going to bed James would tell me to take sleeping pills, and then he nicknamed every inch of my body until I slept. And when I woke up in the morning, my body was already wrapped in a blanket with red traces here and there. It happens every day so I feel numb. Every time before I go to sleep, and every time I wake up, I'm not sad anymore.

Likewise, during the day, whether in broad daylight or in the afternoon, James always ordered me to serve him. I once made my hands and jaw feel so sore because he wouldn't let me stop if I hadn't finished my task. More precisely: before he finished implanting the seed into my womb. Like the "seed planting" he did every day, I was also required to receive all types of fertilizing drugs, every day without absence.

I got used to it, and never fought back. I fulfilled all his commands as he wished: making out without objection, without but.

You know, I honestly did say one time but to James the night after he carved his name with a pen on my body that day. Because that night he contacted someone and ordered a tattoo engraving service, he mentioned his name and asked to be sent some samples of the shape of the carving, then, after he got the sample, he said, he showed it to me and told me to choose what I liked.

If you were in my position, would you just pick and show me which one you liked? If I, obviously not, because I'm afraid. Although I do not know and do not experience, of course my brain thinks that the process of making the tattoo must be very painful. I tried to negotiate with James aka try to reject it subtly. But you know, he didn't like the rejection. He was instantly angry, and finally, he pushed me, making me face down on the bed. He climbed up, crawled on top of me, tore my clothes off, then he grabbed a pillow, slapped me on the pillow and he himself took off his clothes.

I've resigned. I won't fight if she wants to have sex with me while I'm conscious. But, it turns out I was wrong.

"sick! It hurts! What do you want? Pain, James! Sakiiiii. Please let me go, toloooong...."

But the mentally ill man didn't care. So loud I screamed in pain, he didn't care. I cried though, she didn't care.

You know what he did to me until I cried out of pain? Yeah, he's entering from behind. To that narrow part of my body. In a place where it shouldn't be. How can I not scream in pain? That night I screamed.

"It hurts, honey? Hm? It hurt?" tanyanya pulled my hair. "This is how it feels to be hurt, Rose. Not good, is it? You're a jerk, right?"

Who are you punishing, James? Who are you talking to? My refusal is not even comparable to this punishment. It's too cruel.

"Cup, cup, cup, cup.I'm sorry, honey. Excuse me. I was too carried away by emotions. I'm khilaf. I didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry, huh?" He pulled the blanket over both of us and hugged me, who was curled up on the bed.

Since that night, I never again said but let alone not at every whim. I just answered him with a nod, assenting everything he wanted. In the end, James was always kind and friendly to me. I was finally free from physical violence. But not with my heart, my heart aches every time I have to agree and accept her affection for me. I'm not happy, and I'm numb.

While on the ship, James often took me to the top deck, enjoying the twilight sky, even at night, he invited me to enjoy the night breeze fondly caressed, with beautiful star-studded sky, with beautiful star-studded, it's even equipped with bright moonlight up there. We hugged, kissed, swam together, made out in the water, he kissed me on the nape of my neck when the pool made us cold. James can be warm with this affection, but I'm not. While in the afternoon we were lying on the upper deck, watching the beautiful afternoon sky above us, James seemed to enjoy the atmosphere without caring for me who was forced to be by his side. Even what made me the most unwilling was: when he took me to perch on the iron stand at the side of the ship like I had done with Bang Jack, when that moment was with James, my heart ached. I don't want my beautiful moment with Bang Jack to be replaced by him. But I can what? For the sake of him not being rude to me, I must always obey.

And all the things that I went through on that ship went on every day, including after we finally arrived in Australia. James took me to live in a private villa. In addition to being nice and friendly to me, James gave me my phone and allowed me to communicate with his mother Bang Jack over the phone line of the nun who was guarding him.

Yep, everything I've been through all day is so monotonous. I'm like Rapunzel in the modern era. I was locked up, although not in the palace, but the facilities I got were all luxurious and complete. The bodyguards took turns guarding the place for a full twenty-four hours. There are female servants working there as well. In addition to cooking, he did all the housework in the villa. While cooking, James was completely handed over to me.

Monotonically. Every day I experience the same thing, and do the same activity. From waking up to before I go to sleep, I experience the same thing. Before going to bed, James wakes up. James who always dawning* and ruin the scenery for my eyes. That annoying James, who made my days never feel good.

And just like last month, when I was menstruating, James was gone again for a long time. But the difference is, this time I can't freely communicate with Bang Jack because I didn't bring the new phone he gave me. If I had taken him, it would have been immediately caught by James when he took me to the ship, because at that time he had confiscated my phone for the honeymoon of his dreams.

Her dream. Not my dream. Because for me, this honeymoon is as bitter as bile.

Yeah, well, at least he wasn't being rude to me, was he? And the only physical abuse I received in Australia was one: the tattoo engraving. One on my left chest, one on my right back, and another on my lower abdominal skin: between my navel and my core. Physically this is okay, because James gave me painkillers. But by heart, the pain will never heal. The pain will be permanent, as permanent as the tattoo itself: Mr. Hardings. A name I hate.