Jessie struggled to break free of Christian's grip. She even begged a few of the servants for help. But all they did was watch on as she was dragged to her punishment.
"Poor girl.'' One said, as she continued dusting the already shiny vase.
"I hope that this will teach you some respect, and you will continue to be here until you do."
Christian threw his bride roughly on the dusty, blood stained floor then slammed the door behind him.
"Learn some manners, maybe then I'll let you out."
"No, no. Wait, don't leave me in here.'' Jessie banged on the door, crying for help, but Christian had already walked away.
Not that Jessie was afraid of the dark; she has grown used to being locked in dark, inhospitable places. It's the fact that there were hands touching her neck and whispers coming fr
