Her stomach growled as she sat at the kitchen table, the weight of their financial troubles pressing down on her. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and knew that they didn't have much food in the house to begin with. With a sigh, she rose from her chair again and made her way over to the refrigerator. Maybe there was something she could use for dinner.

Their meager supplies consisted mostly of leftovers and half-empty jars of sauce, but as she surveyed the shelves, an idea came to her. She had seen a flyer for a local pizza place offering free delivery on orders over a certain amount. If she could put together enough money from their meager savings, maybe they could order something to eat without having to leave the apartment. It was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

She gasped and arched her back as he filled her, stretching her more than she'd ever been before. Tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked as she tried to process the pain and humiliation coursing through her body. "Please," she whimpered, feeling herself grow wetter around him with each thrust. "Just let me take care of it..." But even those words sounded empty, hollow... like they meant nothing.

Her husband would never know what had happened here today.

She bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood as he moved inside her. Her body trembled uncontrollably with each thrust, his words echoing in her mind like a cruel mockery of everything she'd ever believed about herself and their marriage. The tears flowed freely now, trailing down her cheeks and pooling on the collar of her shirt. She closed her eyes tightly, willing the pain to stop, wishing for oblivion...

But it only seemed to get worse.