"REISS!"
Reiss, Reiss, honey... We don't need that piece of paper to validate our divorce; it's unnecessary, I tell you. Please, let's reconsider, okay? Let's just follow my plan so no one gets hurt."
I was rambling, and I knew that.
It's just…
What more can I do?
"You know what? You tricked me, so that document isn't entirely true! Your life isn't entirely true! I thought you were a gentleman; I thought you reasoned as one, but you're not!
Worthless scumbag… I hate you." I stumbled to the floor.
It was all over. There's no way I could win now; if I divorced him, it would surely be the end of me. And what if my dad ends up dying for real this time?
Why? Why?
Whom did I offend to pass this kind of karma on me? What did I do wrong, Universe? Just when I thought I had a chance, just when I thought maybe I could win this one, it just blew up in my face.
"Don't cry," Reiss cooed as he bent to pat my head.
I immediately smacked his hands. "Don't touch me, you swine! Look at what you've done. We're trapped in this stupid marriage forever!" I barked
He hissed, "Not forever. And I don't like to be called names, so if you don't shut your bloody mouth up, I'll actually divorce you."
"Go away! "I hate you!"
"I couldn't hate you less, love. Now shut up, for I have something you might like to hear."
"What is it?" I sniffled. "Do you want to shred those papers?" I gave him the best doe eyes I had ever done before.
Of course, he didn't buy it. "Of course not, princess. At least not now," he smiled.
"What do you mean, not now? What horrific plan do you have now, huh? Go ahead and spill it out! I'm already ruined either way," I mumbled as I dried my tears. The very ace up my sleeves, and he just nabbed it.
"We remain married. But this time, you will listen and do as I say. Eat when I tell you to, go where I want you to, talk to who I tell you to talk to—and I'm saying, You will swear your loyalty to me, your body, and your soul." He held my jaw so close to his face that I was literally looking at him right in the eye as he gave me the deadliest stare I've ever seen.
I let out a whimper, scared to death of what he was demanding from me. He wants to make me his slave, a puppet that he can use and misuse however he likes. He wants to take away all my rights and my freedom; he wants to own me.
"And in exchange, I'll give you your freedom after 3 years; the properties and riches you want are all yours."
"You want to make me your slave?" I quaver
"Exactly so, my love. After all, you were sold to my father, so it doesn't really make a difference." He smirks
"But why?"
"Rich and powerful people like to own things, especially a life. Talk more about the life of their longtime bully. You were doomed from the very first day I saw you... Payback's a bitch princess." He winks at me as he frees himself from my gaze.
"I made another contract in order to solidify this rule; just in case I refuse to let you go, you can keep it. It's in that brown folder over there.
Get ready for the best 3 years of your life, Freya, or should I say the worst?" He chuckled as he walked out of our bedroom.
leaving me dejected and sorrowful.
If I didn't sign, he could find a mischievous way to make me sign another divorce paper, which would automatically mean my doom.
On the other hand, if I signed this one, I would be free and also rich.
But... at the expense of three years of freedom.
What a malicious way to threaten a woman.
I've lost it all. Even if I do escape this marriage, what awaits me outside it?
No mom, no dad, no sister, not even a boyfriend anymore...
Why am I even fighting this?
I have no choice.
I've always had no choice.
I get up, reach for the folder, and pull out the soul-binding contract.
With my eyes completely shut, I penned down my signature as tears trickled down on the bloody piece of contract, slowly soaking it.
3weeks later…
What word can I use to describe utter despair?
Yeah, utter despair works out fine...
I'm still alive, but barely living...
The turmoil going on inside my head every day and night since I signed that contract is like something has been eating me up from inside, and I have no one to talk to.
Reiss seized my phone and told me not to use the mansion's phone either. I've been on lockdown in this mansion, and it feels like forever since I stepped outside. It's been so long since I talked to Bernice...
He's been nothing but shameless to me.
He moved to another room after one night he claimed I spilled all his toothpaste in the shower. Like? How could I ever do that? I'm not a child, but he still yelled at me either way.
He locked me in my room for a week just because I broke a vase. A VASE!
It wasn't even as expensive as the other ones; the maid said it herself, but he just had to make a big deal out of it.
He yelled for me to go to my room and await my punishment. It's not my fault; I'm a bit clumsy. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen.
My punishment was no joke that week. I'd cry myself to sleep each time he visited my room to administer his punishment.
I went through a hell of all-round anxieties, thinking of what he would do to me.
Would he whip me?
Would he hit me?
Would he rain abusive words on me?
Would he take away the two things I claim to have in my bosom?
I couldn't imagine what he could possibly do since he owned me now.
But it all came to an end on that first night when he stepped into my room in a shirtless body and shorts with a toy in his hand that looked like a man's pintle.
Each night, he watched as I shoved it inside my entrance, and he turned it on with a button in his hand. The feeling was bittersweet, as I'd feel shame for myself under his cold, calculated gaze. My body always shuddered as I would climb up to my climax, and just as he saw me coming, he would turn it off.
He did that to me for six days, until I broke down on the seventh.
I dropped my pride on the cold, wet floor and begged him to let me come.
Pathetic, I know, but I had suffered too much at the hands of that toy.
To some, it might have been amusing, but for me, I've lost my damn feminine pride to a heartless man.