Tears of fear and mortification trickled down Persephone's cheeks. This was what she was always afraid of all along. She was about to get r*ped. Her father was right -- there was no place in the world for her other than the Marino family. She shouldn't have dreamed about exiting that hellhole.
Edward bit her collarbone as he positioned her wrists over her head with one hand, and with another, he ripped her already half-torn wedding gown. Although she hated her wedding gown, this wasn't the fate she desired for this piece of clothing.
She tried to shriek but no voice came out of her mouth. It was as if her soul had given up.
"Ah! Sweet Percy, do you know you are God's masterpiece? I am not able to withdraw my eyes off this juicy body since the time I first laid my eyes on it," Edward whispered near her ears. He was whispering seductively but for Persephone, they were the whispers of death. Even worse, he was nastier than the devil himself.
