Stacey woke up to the exhilarating sensation of coupling with someone. Sweat drops and heavy breaths came from above her. Every now and then, someone's lips and teeth lightly caught her nipples.
Her body moved in an automatic rhythm, fueled by an urgency that didn't quite feel like it belonged to her. The thrusting spear slowed down, as if noticing her waking up and wanting to torture her.
Stacey moaned and reached out to try and urge whoever it was to speed up. They didn't.
"Tell me, wife, how much you want this. Beg me for it."
Ugh.
Forget it. Stacey wanted to go back to sleep but her torturer wouldn't allow it. She was tickled and pinched back awake until she did what he asked of her. When she didn't participate, he tortured her some more.
Eventually, she lay gasping for breath in the bed.
What a waking. Who woke people up in such an evil way?
"Are you awake now?" a breath in her ear asked. "Come. Let's go another round."
"Nooo," Stacey's voice was drowned out by a domineering kiss.
When she next woke up, Stacey was alone. It was dark and it seemed like she had been bathed. The bed had fresh sheets on it.
Stacey groaned at the pain. Her back. Her nethers. Her waist. Her legs. He really hadn't held back.
So this was what it was like to be married. How disgustingly painful.
Now she understood why some mornings she woke to see her mother holding her waist and muttering curses while she limped to the toilet. That was what had happened.
Goodness. Stacey's eyes widened in realisation. That meant her father was quite the beast.
But then why didn't she have any other brothers or sisters? If her parents were so active in bed, surely she should have a lot of older or younger siblings?
Whatever. She needed to go to the toilet.
With some effort, Stacey pushed away the heavy bed covers and eased herself out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave way. Stacey tumbled to the floor with a grimace.
No strength. Her legs wouldn't hold her up.
She couldn't even crawl. Stacey dragged herself using her arms across the carpet a bit at a time toward where she guessed the toilet was. Man, this was a tiring way to get around.
Now that she'd done it so many times with Thieren, she wasn't really averse to it. In fact, she had to admit, it was quite an enjoyable activity during the heat of the moment. It was just that the after effects were rather horrible. Did he have any after effects?
Wait! What? No! What was she thinking? How could she have come to accept her situation so quickly? She didn't like him. She didn't accept their marriage. She didn't want to be in this situation. She needed to find a way to leave.
The marriage activities were quite a lot of fun though… He had nice muscles, good staying power and was quite strong. Everything was…
Argh!
Controversy! It was a controversy!
Stacey hammered the thick carpet with her fist. She had a feeling that there was still something wrong with her head. Yes. She'd just blame it on that.
By the way, what was the date? Why did she feel like she'd been out of it for a long time? Had she gone crazy or hit her head again? What was the last thing she remembered?
Stacey rested her forehead on her forearm and thought hard. Hard enough to give herself a headache.
Oh! The wedding banquet!
The door opened and bright light streamed in. Hands and feet hurried to help her up, but her legs wouldn't take her weight.
"My lady! What are you doing on the floor?"
Good question. Why was she on the floor again? Oh yes. That's right.
"Toilet!"
Stacey pointed and was lifted up by the strong arms of two female attendants she recognised more by their smell than anything else.
"My lady, that's the wardrobe."
Stacey changed the direction of her finger.
"No, that's the window."
What?
Stacey tried again.
"My lady, that's the bedroom door. The bathroom is this way."
Stacey sighed.
Yep. There was definitely still something wrong with her head.