Sierra ran desperately, her feet pounding against the ground as she tried to escape, while his fierce growl echoed behind her. Her heart raced, urging her to give up and let him catch her. All she wanted was to go back to her mother's safety. With each step, her legs grew weaker, realizing her efforts were in vain.
She spotted a nearby tree, dashed towards it, and hid in its shadowed corner. Her heart continued to beat frantically, as if this could be her last day. "Come out, my dear wife. It's okay; I won't harm you. I forgive you," his voice rang out, soft but commanding. She cowered deeper, paralyzed by fear.
If she had known this would be her reality, she would have lost more than just her innocence. She closed her eyes, straining to hear his slow footsteps getting closer, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She prayed he wouldn't find her. She had no desire to return.
Suddenly, a hand gripped her, and a scream tore through her throat as she fought to break free. "Relax, my love, it's me," he reassured, attempting to calm her trembling frame. She recognized him, for who else would she try to escape from? She lifted her leg to strike him again, but he deftly intercepted her attack with his hand.
"You've been a naughty girl, my love, and you know what I do to naughty girls—I make them pay," he sneered, hoisting her up and carrying her over his shoulder, ignoring her pleas. She no longer wished to be his unwilling bride.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she helplessly watched him take her back to that place, surrendering to the bleakness of her circumstances. Exhausted, she closed her eyes, devoid of any further thoughts.
Upon reaching his house, he entered, securing the door behind him, and led her to the same room he had prepared for her. Her body was drenched in perspiration, and she yearned for this ordeal to be over.
He gently placed her on the bed, but she recoiled in fear, gazing up at him. His smile sent a shiver down her spine as he settled beside her, causing her to retreat further into herself.
"You see, love, I'm not hurting you. Why are you so afraid?" he questioned.
She couldn't utter a word. She simply closed her eyes, hoping this nightmare would end soon. She longed for this day to be over, desperate to escape from it all.
His hand rested on her lap, causing her to flinch. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her. His eyes were filled with nothing but desire as he licked his lips and leaned closer, attempting to kiss her. She recoiled, refusing his advance.
She no longer wanted him near her. She couldn't bear the thought of loving a monster like him.
Suddenly, he yanked her hair, forcefully pulling her towards him. The crazed expression on his face sent shivers down her spine.
"Listen, mate. You belong to me, and that means I can do whatever I want with you," he sneered.
He placed her on the bed, got undressed, and her fear grew stronger. She tried to push him away, but he held her hands, examining her body like she was an object. Then, he did something shocking.
His lips touched her stomach, his tongue moving over every inch. It left her in shock and horror.
"You taste amazing, love," he whispered. Despite herself, his soft words made her feel vulnerable. She felt compelled to listen, captivated by every word.
Helpless, she realized she was just his puppet. His hands moved to her most private area, leaving her appalled.
She wanted to stop him, but he kept restraining her. She had never felt such intrusion, and the violation left her lost.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it," he murmured.
A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his finger. Her world felt like it was falling apart.
Screaming in pain, she struggled to break free, but his strength overpowered her. Oddly, her body seemed to respond to his touch. Confused, she questioned why she was starting to enjoy it.
He taunted her, urging her to scream. She questioned her choices.
Summoning her remaining control, she forced her eyes open, pushed him away, and retreated in fear.
"You bitch," he started yelling but stopped with a sly grin, drawing closer.
Retreating was futile. She closed her eyes, bracing herself. His hands reached her knees, and dread washed over her.
"That's not how a wife should treat her husband," he sneered, instilling deep fear. "It's time to make you mine forever."
Forcefully, he laid her down, and her heart raced.
"Relax, you'll enjoy it," he whispered with a sinister smile.
He opened her legs and positioned himself between them, anticipation evident.
"Let us begin, shall we?"
She felt her heart beating so fast that she closed her eyes and prayed for death. This was not the fate she wanted. Why were the villagers so cruel and wicked? Why make her suffer this way?
She slowly opened her eyes as she waited for whatever that is about to happen, she was the bride of the beast anyway so what's the point, even if she screams, no one will come to help her, best she accept her fate.
Then she felt something stir deep inside of her and she gasped in shock. She had never felt anything like this before. She tried to stand, but he held her down as he stared at her.
"Don't worry, love, we are going to have a lot of babies, and we are not going to be alone anymore."