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Looking concerned mother went and fetched a wet rag. She laid it on my forehead and peered down at me nervously. Finally she said, "I'm going to go get your father. I'll be right back." I nodded, glad she was leaving me alone for a few minutes. Deep inside, a little part of me was hoping to get the wedding postponed. Maybe I could stay sick for another six months...

The door opened and my father came in. He was wearing a stern expression that read don't-mess-with-me. Sighing, I had a bad feeling that my plan wasn't going to work out after all. Father came in and put a hand on my forehead and touched around my body. Finally, he said, "It's just nerves for the wedding, that's all. She's going to be fine."

Oh shit! Fuck you, father! I hated him sometimes. Didn't he realize that sending to me this marriage was the same as sending me to my grave? Apparently not. The only good thing was that my mother had forgotten about the food at this point. She helped me out of bed and set me on the floor, saying, "Now let's go get you ready, shall we?"

I was thinking no fucking way, but I couldn't exactly say that. I let her stand me up and bring me into the other room. She had filled the tub up with water. Pointing at the tub, my mother said, "Wash. I don't want you to smell for your wedding." I blushed, realizing that I did smell like sex. I waited until she had left, stripped down, and sat in the tub.

The water was warm, but not too warm. It felt rather nice in the tub. I was tempted to sit in there all day. Yawning, I tried to wake myself up by dunking my face into the water. My mother had left me a bar of soap. I used it to scrub my body until I was sparkling clean. I was as clean and innocent as a virgin. Well...not exactly, but you know what I'm saying.

I slipped out of the tub and dried off, peering into the mirror. Hating what I saw, I immediately turned away and leaned heavily against the wall. All I could see was someone fat and ugly. My vision blurred in front of my eyes and I felt like fainting again. Thankfully, my mother choose this as a good time to come in. She opened the door and caught me just as I started falling.

"Jenna, try to relax!" she told me as she helped me stand back up. "Here, put this on." She handed me a pretty wedding dress. It was low cut and had a long, flowing skirt. I wished with all my heart that I was getting married to Cutler instead of Ian. As I stepped into the wedding dress, I decided I should at least give it a shot. Why not?

"Mother?" I asked politely as she tied the strings to my dress. Continuing to tie the strings, she mumbled, "Hm?" Tensing, I said, "Um...do you know Cutler Beckett?" There was a long pause. My mother finished tying my dress. She grabbed some makeup from a drawer and gave me a funny look, "Cutler Beckett? Yes, I know who he is. Why do you ask?"

"Could I perhaps marry someone like him?" I asked tentatively, crossing my fingers behind my back for good luck. Yes, I'm quite superstitious. At my comment, my mother shot her eyebrows up and shook her head as she started applying powder to my cheeks, "Now don't be silly, dear. You know the likes of Cutler Beckett would never associate with you."

That felt like a slap in the face. Why wouldn't he "associate" with me? Trying to control my temper, I stared at the floor and asked, "And why wouldn't he? He's a fine man." Mother smeared lipstick on my mouth and rolled her eyes, "He's far too fine for you. You two are in completely different classes. We're poor. The Becketts are not."

Oh, so that was what the problem was. Cutler couldn't marry a poor girl like me. Shit. I sat deadly still as my mother finished with my face and pinned my hair up. After a final inspection, she actually smiled and me and nodded, "You look nice. Now come along, dear. We're going to the church. The wedding is not for a few hours. You and Ian can get to know each other while your father and I set everything up if you like. I don't think you know Ian well, do you?"

"No," I said dryly as she led me down the stairs and out the door. My father complimented me on my dress and the three of us rode in a carriage to the nearby church. My heart hammered in my throat as we rode along, drowning out all other sound. When we reached the church, I definitely felt like I was going to pass out. My head spun and I felt awful.

"Mother," I asked weakly as I stepped out of the carriage, "Who exactly will be attending this wedding?" As far as I knew, it was just me, my family, and Ian. Mother grabbed my hand to keep me from falling and started leading me towards the door of the church, "Your father and me, obviously. I hear Ian's is inviting quite a few people as well."

I nodded nervously as she led me up to the church and through the door. My heart hammered as I looked around the room. Ian was sitting in a chair in one of the corners of the room. He was dressed all in black with a black hat and black gloves. I was scared already. I wanted to turn and bolt from him, but knew that would be stupid. What had Cutler said? Try to please Ian?

Since Cutler was usually right, I was going to my best to do what he had said. Taking a deep breath, I stepped over to where Ian was sitting. His wrinkled, cracked lips twisted up into a smile as he looked at me and said, "Ah, my future bride. Do sit down. Hello Mrs. Cook." Ian waved to my mother who was standing behind me.

"Good evening, dear," my mother told Ian, beaming. God, if I didn't know better, I would say she liked Ian herself! Trying to ignore this rather disturbing though, I sat down next to Ian and waited to see what would happen next. My mother smiled at the sight of the two of us sitting together and added, "You two make such a cute couple! I'm off to help with decor. You two get to know each other."

With that said, my mother disappeared, leaving me alone in a room with a monster. There was a very long, tense silence. God, I didn't know what to do. I looked at the floor and tried to calm my heartbeats. Ian looked me up and down. I could feel his eyes lingering on all the wrong places of my body. From the way he was looking at my skirt, I could tell he was imagining what exactly was underneath the layers of fabric. I tried not to shudder and instead decided to make friendly conversation.

Turning to Ian, I said, "So what do you expect from me in this marriage?" Okay, maybe it wasn't the best conversation starter ever, but hey, it was better than keeping my mouth shut, right? Ian stared at my chest and said, "Why, you'll obey me in everything I tell you to do. You'll be very submissive. And if you're not...well..."

Ian chuckled and gave me a sadistic smile. He reached over and brought a hand to my breast. I stiffened up and was tempted to jerk away. Instead, I tried to keep in control as I murmured, "Please don't touch me." Ian smirked and tightened his grip on my breast as he replied, "And just why shouldn't I? You're mine now. I can do with you as I please."

I had enough at this point. Forgetting everything Cutler had said about trying to keep Ian happy, I glared and jerked away, "I'm not your slave! Stop. I won't marry you." I folded my arms across my chest and stood up. Ian watched me carelessly and replied, "Yes, Jenna, you will marry me. You don't have any say in this. Can't you see that? If I want to touch you, I will. If I want to fuck you, I will." Ian stood up and crossed the floor so we were standing right in front of each other.

I stumbled backwards and cried out, "No. No, you won't. I won't let you!" I turned to run out of the church, but Ian grabbed me and held me captive. He glared at to me, "I know how to break you. You'll break easily. It's a pity I have to do this, but I suppose in some situations, it really is necessary." Ian grabbed my arm and yanked me into a nearby room.

Looking around, I noticed we were in a small closet-like area. It was dim in here and spiderwebs hung from the ceilings. Ian locked the door. Frantic to get out, I ran towards it. Before I got halfway to the door, a fist came up and hit me in the stomach. I fell to the ground and lay there stunned. My body quivered and I bit my lip from the pain.

Ian walked around me and smirked, "So now you see that I am the one in charge and I will have my way with you. Resisting is futile." I whimpered and tried to stand, but Ian was already on top of me. He grabbed my dress and ripped it from my body to get to my nakedness. I gasped slightly as he stripped me, leaving my small body prone to the cold air.

Shivering frantically, I tried to cover myself by throwing an arm over my breasts and across my pubic region. Ian had no mercy. He grabbed my arms roughly and pinned them above my head. Grabbing my dress, he stuffed a large section in my mouth to gag me. I looked up at him with big, scared eyes and whimpered for mercy.

"Mercy from me?" Ian asked diabolically. "Think again bitch. If you try to run..." He reached into his coat pocket and held up a silver knife, just like the one I had dreamed about, "I'll kill you without a second thought. You mean nothing to me. You can be my sex slave until your little body can't take it anymore." Ian smirked down at me and unbuckled his pants.

I looked down at Ian and shuddered in fear. He was much bigger than Cutler. With Cutler, it already stretched me slightly, with Ian, it was going to be agonizing. I struggled and tried to get away. Ian smacked my cheek and spat in my face, "Calm down, bitch. You aren't going anywhere. You know, it would be a lot easier for both of us if you just laid still. You'll get use to this soon enough."

Ian looked up and down my body and roughly grabbed my breasts. I squealed and writhed under him. Ian dug his fingernails into the tender, fleshy lumps and squeezed as tight as he could. I screamed through the gag and rolled my eyes into the back of my head. God, how long was he going to do this for? I couldn't stand it. It hurt too bad...

Finally, Ian stopped. He smiled smugly at the beads of sweat breaking out all over my forehead. He pushed my legs apart and looked in between them. I whimpered loudly and wiggled around, trying to break free of him. Ian raised an eyebrow at me and asked in mock concern, "Why, do you have something to say, you little cunt?"

I nodded vigorously and tried to talk through the gag. Ian thought for a moment and then said, "Well, it would be a shame not to hear what you're going to say. Very well then." He pulled the gag off of my mouth and sat over me, still pushing my thighs apart so he had easy access to my slit. Keeping that in mind, I decided not to cuss and instead to try and plea for mercy.

"Please," I begged, "Please don't touch me there. I'll do anything..." Ian tilted his head at me and gave me an evil smile. Leaning down he started stroking around my entrance and replied back innocently, "Don't touch you where? Here?" He knew stroking me like that was going to drive me crazy. I did my best to act unfazed and sealed my lips shut.

Unfortunately, it did no good. A little bit of my secretion dripped onto one of Ian's fingers. Fuck, I couldn't even control my own body, how sad was that? Ian grinned and held up his slick fingers, "Oh, look here, so you do want me after all, don't you?" I shook my head vigorously, still trying my best not to break down and cry out.

"So sorry," Ian replied, "but I don't believe you." He pushed his fingers between my warm folds and jerked them up into me. My hips spontaneously bucked, completely the opposite of how I was trying to act. God, I hated not having control of my body and I hated even more being at Ian's mercy. Because to tell the truth, with Ian, there was absolutely no mercy.

Ian yanked his fingers out of me and got on top of me. He licked his fingers and thought for a moment and smiled, "You're sweet just like I thought you would be. Let's see how good of a fuck you are." I opened my mouth to scream, but Ian was faster. He grabbed the gag and stuffed it back into my mouth. He positioned himself over me and looked into my eyes.

"Let's see how you like this!" Ian smiled, stuffing himself inside my intimate parts. Tears started filling my eyes from the pain and from the breakdown going on deep within me. Ian smirked as he pushed all the way into me and smiled, "Ah, so you are tight. Your tits are small, but besides for that, you're just about perfect for my uses."

Ian pulled out of me and looked between my legs. He noticed they weren't bleeding and looked up at me angrily. Eyes flashing, he yelled, "You little slut! I thought I was getting a virgin and instead, I get a whore. Fuck you!" Ian raised a fist and started to bring it down towards my face. Just when I had prepared myself for the blow, he stopped.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Ian said, "We have a wedding to do and you can't be seen with a bruised face." He raised his fist again and punched a place just below my heart. Agony ripped through my body and I screamed through the gag. My body went limp and my struggle ended. All I could do was whisper the name of the one man who could save me, "Cutler..."