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I can imagine Sonny keeping you on edge if he's gonna do some DV to you or not. Imagine one day he comes home from his VSF duties, completely silent and expressionless. He takes off his boots and you greet him on a normal afternoon, but for once he doesn't greet you back. You're a bit shaky, because you're weak from working so hard to keep the house nice and tidy for him. You start to shake a bit more because he doesn't greet you this time like he usually does. He just sets down his bag, makes his way to the bathroom to wash his hands, and asks "did you make that salmon like I wanted tonight?" You straighten up and answer yes. He washes his hands in silence, and you're still standing in the same place, hesitant to move because his silence is making you feel anxious. You get ahold of yourself and make your way to the dinner table to add the finishing touches to his meal. He comes to the table and sits down, says grace, and starts eating. You begin to walk away but he grabs your arm tightly. "Stay," he says sternly as he begins eating. You hold your head down awkwardly, grabbing the frilly apron you have on as you listen to him pick up the fork and dig into the salmon. He takes a bite and stays silent for about one minute. You even start sweating. He finally opens his mouth. "You used that spice again, didn't you?" You try to scramble for an answer as you remember that you may have forgotten to throw out the spice that Sonny said he didn't like before. He gets up and you step back a bit. "No no no, come here," he gestures to you while still looking down at his plate. Your heart is now racing as you step toward him, and suddenly he grabs your hair and shoves your head down in front of the plate.
"What the FUCK did I say about using this spice?" he yells sternly at you. You already start choking up as you try to answer him, but he interrupts you to scold you again. "I've told you to to get RID OF THIS SHIT. But you cooked with it anyway. Are you making me mad ON FUCKING PURPOSE? I've already had a SHIT day at work and now you want to make my evening worse too? How are you gonna make it up to me, HUH?!?" You try to answer again, but you get choked up again and start to sob. "Is crying supposed to make me a new dinner? You'll have to make it up some other way". He shoves your head into the plate "Eat it." He pushes your head side to side a bit and pulls it back up. "What, you're not hungry? Let me make some room in there then." He very abruptly punches you in the gut so hard that you nearly make a hurling sound. He punches again, and again, and a third time until you finally let out a huge gasp of air. He then slaps your face and then grabs your chin. "Pull yourself together, you don't want to waste food now do you?" With his hand still on your hair, he shoves your head back into the food. "EAT." You have no choice but to obey. You open your mouth and start to eat despite feeling your throat close up. You don't want to make him even more angry, so you try your best to swallow the dinner that you ruined. You're making your way to the rice when suddenly you feel his big hands slide up your thigh to lift up your tattered skirt. One hand is still on your hair shoving your head into the plate of food while the other one rips off your underwear. This makes your heart race faster and you try to turn your head, but he yanks it up abruptly, punches your jaw, and shoves your head back onto the plate. You then start to cry, you really thought you made the dinner correctly this time. You then feel something hard rubbing your lower back and between your buttcheeks. You pause for a second but he continues to push your head down. He rubs himself more with his free hand and slowly enters you all at once. You squirm and even try to yelp, but your mouth is stuffed full of food that only muffled noises can be heard. "Eat all of it" Sonny says while continuing to shove his entire shaft inside you without regard to how you're feeling. He starts thrusting, slowly at first but picking up the pace after he finds a comfortable position. You continue to try and eat everything as he's thrusting harder and harder inside you.