"Why didn't you prepare for dinner?"

Dorothy blinked several times, "I thought you are not eating."

"When did I tell you that?"

"I told you that I would add more water to the rice and make dinner again with those dishes. But you threw them away. So, I guess you don't want to have dinner tonight."

"You guess?" Zack almost went mad hearing her words, "Do you want to starve me to death? And then you can take the White's property if I die? I knew you are a greedy woman, but I did not know you are so greedy!"

"No!" Dorothy was enraged, "I don't want your money..."

"You don't want it? Then why did you get to my bed and try to marry me?"

Dorothy wanted to cry because of grievance, but she tried to calm herself, "It's not me! It's you who came to my bed and did this to me..."

"Now you are saying that I am wrong again?" Zack raised the roof.

Dorothy would be the last woman in the world that he would want to sleep with in the world!

"I did not say wrong. It's the truth that you came to my bed..." Dorothy still justified herself without recognizing the situation she was in.

Her justification made Zack angrier.

He thought that there was a kind of wildness in a girl who came from the countryside. Such a girl was just like a wild horse that was untrained by rules. Therefore, he must make her clear about who the master was as soon as possible.

He would let her be afraid of him. He would let her tremble at his voice. He would let her remember his words in her mind and dare not forget!

Then he should show no mercy to her.

As long as she made mistakes, he must teach her a lesson that would be written into her mind.

Zack pointed Dorothy with the belt and shouted, "Take off your clothes!"

"Why?" Dorothy was confused.

"Punishment!"

His girlfriend had slept with another man and was not a virgin anymore. As for his newly married wife, she dressed and behaved rather rustically. Zack almost went mad when the two things happened to come to him at the same time. He could not be in a good mood at this moment.

And he needed to find a way to relieve his pathological hatred and anger. Since Dorothy was the only woman besides him in the house, she was doomed to be the one who would bear all his anger.

"Then why should I take off my clothes?" Dorothy opened her eyes round and stared at him.

"Don't talk nonsense. Just do what I told you!" and he raised his hand, "Hurry up!"

Dorothy lifted her head to look at the belt in his hand with doubt and hesitation.

Zack grunted, "If you are not willing to do it by yourself, I can help you and take off all your clothes now."

Dorothy dared not hesitate anymore. She took off her coat slowly and had a black undershirt with her only.

Zack would stop punishing her if Dorothy admitted that she was wrong and dared not do it anymore, that she would do as he ordered and go to cook right now, or that she burst into tears.

He was not a coldblooded man nor sadism without human feelings. All he wanted to do was to give her a lesson that she should not loaf on the job and that she should follow the rules in his house.

But Dorothy did not ask for his pardon. She looked at the belt in his hand showing not much fear in her face.

In Zack's eyes, such an expression was a kind of contempt.

"Turn around!" he yelled.

Dorothy did as he said and turned her back to him.

Zack looked at her back and did not move for a while. Although she was in an undershirt, Zack could still sense that her back was slender.

Dorothy did not move either.

Never had she been whipped by her father. Her father was patient to her and would only teach her what she should do even if she had done something wrong.

Dorothy was a good girl. In her father's eyes, she behaved well. In her neighbors' eyes, she was a good daughter.

She did not know what it would be to be beaten nor the feeling when being whipped by a belt.

Zack stood for a while, "Are you wrong?"

Dorothy answered restively, "I am not the one whose words count. Do you want to beat me? Then do it as you said I am wrong."

Zack was not calm at her words and he felt ashamed.

He could not maintain his prestige in front of Dorothy if he did not whip her now.

And his hand waved suddenly.

"Ah!" Dorothy cried out of pain.

It was like her back was burning. Her back sank suddenly and she fell on the ground, unable to stand anymore.

She knew it must be painful, but the huge pain had been beyond her imagination.

The black undershirt on her back broke and let out her white skin, on which there was a horrible hint of blood.

Zack's heart ached for a second when he saw the blood on her back. But it was too short a time to even notice that.

He knew exactly how painful it would be when she was whipped by the belt. He was once whipped in the same way.

When he was in high school, he fought with his classmate and broke someone's leg.

The classmate's parents came to Zack's home when his father happened to be home. And his father was too angry to hear his explanation and whipped him hard with the belt.

Zack was beaten from head to toe and there were painful streaks of blood in his back and legs which lasted for more than half a month.

It was the only time that his father whipped him with the belt.

Before that, his father always put him in confinement as a means of punishment.

He was just like a soldier charged by his father. Once he made mistakes, he would be held in confinement.

It was a dark and small room where he had to stay for three days. Food would be sent into the room and the door would be shut again once he finished the meal.

Three days ago, he would be released from the room. His father would let Zack himself say what he had done wrong.

If Zack could not tell the reason, he would be again put into the room until he got the answer that could satisfy his father.

Seldom was his father at home. But once his father returned, Zack would try his best to behave well as if a mouse met the cat.

He was afraid of his father although his father barely beat him.

Until now, he would be nervous once hearing his father's voice.