INDEBTED To A Tyrant King

You Are Hurting Me

Summer

“Or should I call you Wife?”

I snatched the paper out of his hand. My eyes flew over its contents. The words registering. My mind understanding what it meant, but I couldn't for the life of me make sense of any of it. Agreement. Marriage contract. It clearly states that I have agreed to this marriage to Gabriel Wolfe, in exchange of his protection and the hundred millions he'd put on my name. But that wasn’t enough. It was an unbinding contract. There's to be no divorce or separation in the future. Fidelity. Submission. Children. Legacy. Marriage duties.

“What the f**k is this!!” I yelled, crumbling the paper in my fist and throwing it at his face. But he didn't budge, not even batted an eyelash. And me, I was going out of control, may be that was the reason for what I did next. Oh yeah, I did it. I clutched a handful of his shirt and slapped him across his beautiful face. “You can’t do this. This means nothing to me. Nothing!!!” I screamed, my hand once again in the air to slap him one more time.

But this time, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, putting enough pressure to remind me that he could break me in half without sweating a drop. “That’s enough.” Slowly, he pulled my hand down and left it at my side. “One would think you'd be grateful for all the efforts I took to save your life and your family’s.”

On queue my eyes dropped to his shirt, which now I could see was stained with blood and torn apart. The urge to running to the bathroom and empty my stomach was too much as I looked back at his face and turf to forget about the blood I just saw. But then I had other pressing matters and I couldn't make myself care about anything else in that moment. I would've preferred to die than let my choices being taken away from me. And I said as much to him. “You should've let me die.”

His hand shot out from nowhere, grabbing my face, his fingers dug into my cheeks as he leaned down on me. “But you’re alive, and here. For me. So start to live for me, Little Red. If you'd prefer to die then you shouldn’t have come to me.” With that he turns around, walking to the large wooden doors. He stopped there at the threshold.“Take some rest, Summer. Tomorrow you’ll be standing by me in front of whole of New Orleans, as my wife.”

And then he was gone, closing the door with definite thud and an unmistakable click. I walked to the door, grabbed the door handles on either side and pulled, but nothing happened. The bastard locked me in. I screamed and beat at the door but my hand smarted, letting me know it was only hurting me.

With a grown, I went back to bed and plopped down, and looked down at myself, only now realising that I was wearing a long black shirt. My legs were bare except for the small red bruises and a big ugly blue one around my ankle. I catalogued other body parts, seeing my arms also had the reminder of the accident. The back of my head had a goose that had mostly disappeared. I wondered how long I had been here. But my eyelids were drooping again, guess I was still in need of some rest. But as I lied down on my back I promised myself that I’d find a way to run away from him. I did it before, I’ll do it again.

The next time I opened my eyes it was bright outside, and no matter how I came to be here and that I had denied it when he had said the same words, but I couldn’t stop the feeling that I was finally home. This was the place where I had lived whole my life until last three years. And I loved this place. New Orleans is a place that pumps life into you. The crowd. The music. The late night carnivals. Drinks. I hadn’t realised how much I had missed all that. Many times I had sneaked out of the house with my friends and we would end up s**t faced, giggling and dance in a bar before someone that worked for my father or Gabriel would come and take us back home. I wondered where my friends were, I hadn’t contacted any of them since last three years. I had severed contact to all things related to New Orleans, afraid that it’d lead him to me. But now here I was…

I decided that I won’t sit still. He told me that he’d tell everyone about our marriage today, he could only do that if I were here and I intend to not be.

Slipping out of the bed I made my way to the huge double doors of the bedroom, but it was still locked. I looked around myself and saw only a bed with a small dresser, few windows on the other side of the wall and a door that probably led to a bathroom. I went to the bathroom first, deciding that I’d confront him with fresh mind and body. And while in the shower I’ll think about what else I could do to him.

Decision made I went to the bathroom, the space was small and was designed old fashioned way. I wondered if all of this place was same. But something told me that it wasn’t his style. Slipping out of the shirt, I unhooked my bra and flipped the shower on. A sigh left my lips as the warm water cascaded down on me, washing away all my aches and discomfort. Looking around I realised there wasn’t any shampoo or body wash for me to use. Dripping with water, I walked to the shelf where I could only see two three items in the corner. I found a small bottle of shampoo in them, like the one you get in hotel rooms. I made use of it. At least my hair would be thoroughly clean.

Ten minutes later I was just shutting the shower knob when I heard the double doors to the room opening. Several sets of footsteps sounded in the bedroom and a second later before I could catch myself that I was standing naked without a piece of cloth on my body except a pair of lacy panties, dripping wet, the bathroom door opened and there he was. Standing in a tailored Kingsman suit, his blue eyes raked over me. Not missing anything. Although, my breasts were bare to his eyes, his gaze locked on my lacy, almost see through purple panties. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

My hands itched to cover myself but I let them rest by my side and willed my body to relax. Jutting out my chin, I demanded, “What are you doing here?”

He stepped just a few inches away from me. “Do I need a reason to come to my own wife?”

“You are delusional if you think I’ll go with this…” I waved my hand between us. “Whatever you think is going on. I won’t standby and let you dictate my life. That agreement won’t hold up in the court, it’s void and illegal. I was unconscious, I don’t even remember signing it.”

“I have witnesses.”

I faltered. “You are lying.” I gritted out, now my nakedness all but forgotten. “I will run.”

“You know the rules, Summer. No law is beyond me. And marriages are not to be broken in this life.”

“But this isn’t my life!” I screamed, closing the remaining distance between us as I fisted my hand to punch him.

He easily stopped me. “Now, it is.” He gritted out. “You are my wife where rest of the world is concerned. I don’t f*****g care if you accept it or not. But just a advice…” A tip of his finger touched my already pebbled n****e. “It’d be best for you if you don’t fight it, because it’s done. If you behave nice, you’ll be treated like a princess, my Little Red.” His thumb came up to join his index finger and he pinched my n****e, sending sparks of pain, but I didn’t know if I truly hated it. “Or don’t behave, act like a spoiled brat and you’ll be treated like one.”

I never thought that a day would come where I’d hate this man so much. Once again, he showed me that he wasn’t the man I had thought him to be. He was still a man with a face to shame Apollo, a body to worship for hours— a dream for every other man on the planet. But when it comes to his personality and his morals, they are worst case of diarrhoea. Shitty. Just shitty. I couldn’t fathom how could god waste so much handsomeness and beauty on a man with a moral compass of psychopath. I always knew he was dangerous, and that had been the appealing factor but I had thought it was for others, that no matter what, I’d always be safe with him. But of course I was wrong. So f*****g wrong. Now I just wonder if I had ever been right in my whole life.

“You are hurting me.” I said and we both knew it wasn’t about his touch on my n****e.

But either way, his touch dropped and he took a step back from me, slipped his hands in his pocket. “Then, don’t make me hurt you anymore, Summer.” His eyes flicked down the length of me once more. “I am leaving the contract by your bedside, go through it. Learn your duties. And Lily will help you to get ready for the evening. Don’t try to do something stupid.” With that warning, he turned around and left.

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