Hazel
Hazel adjusted his cufflinks for the hundredth time, his eyes staring vacantly at his reflection in the mirror. The crisp white suit, meticulously tailored to his frame, felt like a suffocating shroud. He looked every bit the picture of a perfect groom, yet underneath the façade, his soul writhed in silent agony.
"You look so hot hazel " Claire smiled. looking at me on the mirror in front of us.
This is it. This is the day I'll be selling my soul to a monster. The monster who ruined my life. I want to cry but I don't why I couldn't bring myself to do it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see a man with such elegance but the sadness in his eyes tells everything a person needs to know: he's not happy. He's miserable, He's broken.
His hand trembled as he reached for the silver locket hidden beneath his shirt. It was a small token of his past, a reminder of the life he so desperately yearned for, a life now stolen from him by the manipulative Evelyn. Each engraved symbol on the locket seemed to mock him, a chilling reminder of the love he was forced to abandon.
He forced a smile, the muscles in his face protesting the effort. "Thank you," he uttered hollowly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The room was filled with the frenetic energy of last-minute preparations. Family members buzzed around him, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him. They saw only a handsome young man, fulfilling his societal duty, oblivious to the monster he was marrying.
A wave of nausea swept over him. He longed to rip off the suffocating suit, to scream and shout, to break free from the invisible chains that bound him. But he remained frozen, a puppet in the grand play orchestrated by Evelyn.
The doors to the room burst open, and Evelyn entered. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to the woman who held his fate in her hands. She wore a dress of pure white, a stark contrast to the blackness that consumed her heart. The veil that adorned her face concealed the cruel smile that Hazel knew lurked beneath.
The events of the past few days had been a blur of frantic movements and desperate pleas, all of which had fallen on deaf ears. His family, blinded by societal expectations and Evelyn's manipulative schemes, had refused to listen to his cries for help. Even Tom, his only confidante, had been unable to offer more than solace and support.
Hazel felt the last embers of hope flicker and die within him. He was a pawn in a game he didn't understand, a sacrifice offered at the altar of greed and ambition. The monster he had fought so hard to escape had him in its clutches, and there was no escape.
The ceremony was a grotesque spectacle, a cruel mockery of the sacred vows he was forced to utter. His voice, devoid of all emotion, echoed through the hall as he pledged himself to the woman who had orchestrated his downfall. Evelyn, radiant in her white dress, stood beside him, a predator savoring her triumph.
As the priest declared them husband and wife, a chilling realization washed over Hazel. He was no longer Hazel, the dreamer, the fighter. He was Evelyn's puppet, a mere shadow of the man he once was. His identity, his dreams, his very soul had been ripped away, leaving behind a hollow shell.
After ceremony hazel sat on chair
"Can I have this dance?" He heard a deep voice behind him and when he turned around, there she is with all his glory. I decided to take her offer to avoid stares from the people around us. The monster puts out her hand and here I was, playing along. I put my hand on as she pulls me closer to her, her hand now behind my back as she sways me around while I hear people cheering and clapping for us.
"I'm so glad you're now mine...
" she whispered as he pulls me closer so now I was leaning on her . I tried pushing her away but his strong grip won't let me so I gave up and answered her, "I hate you"
" don't say that my love, I know you're tired but don't worry, this party will end and soon we'll have our honeymoon." She smiled at the thought. Bloody monster !
it only means one thing, sex.
I swallowed hard before pushing her hand away from my knee but in an instant, it went back to where it was placed 2 seconds ago.
She then moved her hand to my thigh making me feel uncomfortable. I cleared my throat," um, can you please move your hand away from my thigh? It's making me feel uncomfortable" i spoke, trying to push her hand away once again.
"Sweetheart, its normal for married couple to touch each other so don't make an excuse for me not to touch you since I'll only want you more." She spoke before taking her hand off my leg but instead grabbed my hand tightly, annoying me.
I tried pulling my hand away from her hut to no avail she has a tight grip on
The reception was a blur of faces and forced smiles. Hazel moved through the crowd like a ghost, invisible and unheard. He saw the pity in some eyes, the envy in others, but none of it mattered to him anymore. He was lost in a world of his own, a desolate landscape where hope had become a forgotten word.
Later that night, alone with Evelyn in their opulent bedroom, the mask finally slipped. The playful facade she had worn for the world melted away, revealing the cruel monster beneath. Her eyes, once sparkling with feigned affection, now gleamed with cold triumph.
"You are mine now, Hazel," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "There is no escape from me."
Hazel sat across from Evelyn, his heart a chaotic pendulum swinging between fear and a desperate hope for reconciliation. He knew the die was cast, he was trapped in this gilded cage. Yet, a flicker of humanity within him longed for a connection, a sliver of normalcy within this twisted marriage.
He cleared his throat, his voice tentative. "Evelyn, I know you have... reasons for what you did. But I hope we can find a way to coexist, to build some semblance of a life together."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed, any trace of vulnerability from the previous night vanished. "Coexist?" she scoffed, the word dripping with disdain. "Hazel, you are my possession, not my partner. I have no intention of building a life with you, only extracting my pound of flesh."
He felt his hope dwindle, the weight of his reality pressing down upon him. He knew he couldn't physically resist her, his slight frame no match for her towering strength. Escape was impossible, the bars of his gilded cage far too strong.
"I accept that," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "I can't run away, I can't change what has happened. I will be the best husband I can be, fulfill my duties as expected."
Evelyn's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound devoid of mirth. It was the laughter of a predator savoring its prey. "Best husband?" she mocked, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You are nothing but a puppet, Hazel, dancing to my tune. Your obedience will not earn you my respect, only more of my scorn."
A cold terror gripped Hazel's heart as Evelyn rose from her seat, her imposing figure casting a dark shadow over him. She raised her hand, the sting of her slap a searing reminder of his powerlessness.
"You will learn your place, Hazel," she growled, her voice laced with venom. "You will witness the depths of my anger, the full spectrum of my pain. Every day, you will be reminded of your role in my mother's suffering, and you will pay the price for it."
Hazel felt a tear slide down his cheek, the pain both physical and emotional. He knew this was only the beginning, a twisted preview of the misery that awaited him.
It was a cold, calculating instrument, wielded with the precision of a seasoned manipulator.
"You think you can understand?" she scoffed, turning towards Hazel. "You think you can comprehend the depths of my pain, the years of suffering I have endured?"
Hazel flinched at the venom in her voice. a cold fury that sent shivers down his spine.
"No," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't claim to understand your pain. But I know that revenge will not bring you peace. It will only consume you from the inside out, just as it has consumed your mother."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed into slits. "You dare speak of my mother? You, the son of the woman who condemned her to a life of misery?"
She began to pace the room, her movements predatory, like a lioness stalking its prey. Hazel felt trapped, a cornered animal facing an inevitable attack.
"This isn't just about revenge," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "It's about making you pay. It's about making you feel the same pain you inflicted on my mother."
She raised her hand, the sting of another slap echoing through the room. Hazel felt the blood trickle from his lip, a crimson stain against his pale skin.
"This is just the beginning, Hazel," she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "You will learn the true meaning of suffering. You will beg for mercy, but I will only laugh and show you the true depths of my anger."
Hazel felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He knew he was trapped, that there was no escape from the gilded cage she had built for him. He was her prisoner, her plaything, and she would torture him until his spirit was broken.
He knew he couldn't resist her physically. She was stronger, faster, and possessed a rage that could easily overpower him. His only hope was to endure, to survive until he could find a way to escape her clutches.
As the night wore on, the tension in the room grew thicker and heavier. Evelyn continued her beatings and her words like cruel knives twisting in Hazel's heart. He felt himself sinking deeper into despair, his spirit slowly succumbing to the relentless onslaught of her abuse.