Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
"For Thor’s sake, open this door!" The heavy accent of her husband rung throughout the room. For a moment she considered opening it, he was angry after all. But no, she thought. He deserved it for letting belittling her and humiliating her.
With all the grace of the Queen of England she rested her back in the soft feather ticks and began reading a psalm from the bible.
She tried not to concentrate on the pounding at the door but it was hard. She chided herself to not weaken her resolve.
"I'll break it down and I swear upon the grave of my father the great viking warrior, you'll live to regret it, every. day." The roar came like a warrior's cry right before she heard wood splintering.
Elise jumped to her feet and backed away from the door. She had half the mind to open it but her cowardice heart told her not to do it for she was frightened about his reaction.
She saw as one loud crashing sound came and the door was on the floor, inside the room, broken into pieces and her husband stood in the doorway looking......murderous.
Her heart beat fastened enough to beat a a magnificent mare running for her life. She felt more scared then she ever did in her whole life. Not when she did a mischief, not when she snuck out the manor to ride horses and not when she feared her family would see her in men's clothing.
She was scared of a man other than her brothers and father.
The reality of that shook her and she raised her eyes to see him sauntering with purposeful steps towards her. She squeezed her eyes shut fighting back a flood of tears. Must ye get yourself in trouble, lassie? Troy's voice soothed her like a balm but then she remembered her situation.
Troy was gone. England was gone. Blackburn manor was gone.
Replacing all that was Thorkel. Ragnavaldson manor. And she didn't even remember the blasted country she was in.
With all the courage she could collect she looked into his eyes. They were bloodshot, not from crying but from drinking. She smelled to confirm and exactly, he had drank.
She was disgusted enough to turn her head aside but it was roughly jerked back by hard fingers on her chin.
"I swear, women, you test me everyday. For the past 7 nights you have made my life worse than Ragnarok." He sneered at her face tightening his grip on her chin.
"Ragnarok?" Like the imbecile she was, she had to ask that.
"Hell. Yes, you've made my life hell!" He shouted and she cringed, for both reasons. His shouting and his cursing.
"Please don't.....curse." She pleaded and thought how weak she sounded, afraid of a man, quivering and shivering with fear. All the things she swore never to feel. Swear to never let a man intimidate her but my, that was exactly what was happening.
For a moment everything fell silent. She hadn't told a jest. She was confused so tried a look at her husband's face. Passive. No emotion. His grip on her chin was slack too.
Her hopes soared, maybe he has forgotten everything.
But as her luck would have it.
"You think this is a matter of jesting? You think this is amusing?! I'll show you amusing." With that he threw her on the bed.
Elise scooted towards the edge with the help of her elbows. Eyes wide with fear she saw him as he came closer like a predator hungry for his prey.
"I'm sorry..." She whimpered unbelievably, she knew she'd never be able salvage her pride. He had shredded it.
"No, no more 'sorry' It's time you learned a lesson." With that he took a hold of her legs and brought her down to slide her under his body.
Elise kicked, shouted for help and did every possible thing to fight him off but he was stronger, much stronger. He flipped her and pressed his front on her back, breathing heavily. "This wouldn't have happened if you had obeyed and listened but it must." His hand came down on her mouth to stifle her cries and she made choking sounds instead of painful howls.
Elise knew what was coming. He had betrayed her. He had promised he would not harm her virtue but that was exactly what he was doing. He was about to force himself upon her.
She would never had trusted a viking. They weren't trustworthy. They were dare she say, death worthy. The world could do without these monsters. That was her last thought before she felt her skirts on the edge of her rear and petticoats on her thighs. They soon followed up to where her skirt was.
Chilled air assaulted her exposed legs and she stiffened, her skin crawling. She writhed and struggled to no use.
He was about to.... risking anyone seeing them but he was superior here and his word was law, his actions must be considered right no matter how wrong. She'd learned it in the short time she had been in his company.
"Please, you promised me!" She said through painful sobs but didn't listen. Being dominated and violated, the surprise of it made her go numb with denial.
She clenched the wolfskin as he picked a rhythm, his groans made her weep with pity for herself.
Soon her eyes gave up and she let the dark world claim her.
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Saturday morn.
"My eyes tell me you are distressed, great warrior." Thorkel's eyes sought out the seer who sat there going through a crow's bones, mixing herbs.
"You have no eyes." He bluntly pointed out. The seer looked up and for a moment said nothing then a chuckle escaped his rotten black mouth. It would send shivers up a human's spine but Thorkel knew the seer was harmless.
"You know the matter here is about your new wife. Marriage, isn't so blissful as they say it is." He commented well aware of everything that happened.
"I raped her. Broke my word." Thorkel confessed vehemently. "She was a virgin and it felt as if there was a bloodbath! I wasn't gentle in the least. I was as drunk as a skunk." He roughly plowed a hand through remembering her pitiful crying and sobs while he had.....he squeezed his eyes
A disgusted shiver ran through him.
"Listen, my boy, it does not matters what you did or what you do in the future. Destiny, you see will find a way to unite. Leave me in peace, now." With a flick of his hand the bizarre mixture of assortments from animals bones to spices went to flames, emitting a foul smell that had Thorkel out the cave in seconds.
The seer's words brought little comfort because now he'd have to face his wife. He'd wronged her, he knew and his fiery temptress was going to hold it against him. She damned well had a right to.
A thought occurred to him about her bearing his seed.
His heart softened at the thought but her might not. What if she resented the child like she resented him? Even as he thought that, he knew it wasn't possible. She was a kind woman. She'd proven that much saving her family and the little girl on the ship. He'd never touch a woman who refused him, he knew it for sure but his wife had tested his control and broke it.
And he knew this wasn't the last of it.
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