His wife had good expressions, and he was prouder of what he did because he knew his abuse could never catch up to what she really deserved. She fell gracelessly, and her tits waved at him during her uncomfortable impact. He'd given he a chance, hand't he? She came alive like a bouquet of snakes as he dragged her, but she was wholly inefficient in helping herself. Her struggle kept the cock she'd tasted and sniffed hard.<br/><br/>As the confirmation of her slam to the enamel faded in the bathroom, his head tilted to the side when he saw her hold her ribs. He remembered putting a knee there, when she was simply mouthing back too much. It had stopped her in her tracks back then too, and she'd sailed to the floor to eat the filthy rug. He couldn't wait to see what kind of home Emma would keep, once she'd been taught the right things. His dark eyes took up some of the sun's fingers, stacking them in concentric springs in his irises as he moved closer to Teija. As though the inside of his head was full of splintered lights for her.<br/><br/>She pleaded her case like it was his fault, and then tried to protest with half his name said into the tub. She folded well over the edge and he could sense the softness of her neck on how it gave for the metal-clad cylinder he collared her with. It made his member twitch with anticipation. When he bit her, and her blood tasted familiar and welcoming, he couldn't help but pull at the hose. He could sense her heartbeat in his teeth, and the impact of her head in her back.<br/><br/>He didn't expect her to be anything but full of friction for his fingers, but he still liked it inside her. His insistent stabbing followed when her hips tried to flee. Useless, but it entertained him. It felt like he was going to pull her inside out with his fingertips. With her life around his mouth, he lifted his head to look at his work. Her back had that round wound, and he could see little drops making a constellation in the tub, too. With a turn of the hand controlling her make-shift leash, he could also shift her head so he could see the damage on her forehead.<br/><br/>"Look at you." he said, and touched his fingers from her cunt to her cut. It was sure to sting, but the gesture was affectionate. He didn't think he'd done that too her. "Well, we cant really show you off outside like that." he offered, and hooked his arm under her, easily lifting her into the tub. With his foot on the pulled down sweatpants, she ended up naked in the bowl. He still held on to the house to bring her head under the faucet over the drain. She was free to look at him now, despite her containment. His smile wasn't acted. He still had hope for her, but he couldn't let up now when she might learn something.<br/><br/>Teija hated being sober, and few things were more sobering that icy water. Her leash drew harder around her, to further restrict movement, his fist close to the rightmost column of her throat where he'd twisted the hose. "Thanks for welcoming me home, darling." he said as his other hand turned the bulb marked with blue. The water sprayed first before the bulk of the liquid found its purchase in the pipe, and a thick ray of stupefying cold shot down uninterrupted onto her mouth and her nose. He'd fantasized about what Neda might do if this happened to her, given her relationship to depths. He didn't owe the same courtesies to Teija.<br/><br/>His other hand found her pelvic hill, and pressed to keep her right there, lying in the tub, two fingers hooking into her again, as though to further secure her in the inefficiently draining tub. The water line got taller slowly, since the drain started choking on the hair that had come loose from her tie. It was an intimate moment for husband and wife. While he enjoyed that she was learning the hard way, he didn't do this entirely out of malice. The hulking man looked at the woman he'd married, and he felt strangely warm between his cold hands. He'd missed this a little, being on the road.