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Ian positioned himself over me angrily, having no intention of going on me lightly. When I murmured Cutler's name, Ian stopped and pulled the gag down for a moment. He stared at me with evil black eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Now what was that you said?" I opened my mouth to speak and then shut it again. It was only going to get me and Cutler into trouble if Ian found out about us.

I pretended that I couldn't speak and just moved my lips soundlessly. Ian rolled his eyes and muttered, "Stupid bitch." He pulled out of me and started shoving in and out roughly. I closed my eyes as he broke my body down, tearing through my insides and splitting my soul in half. I had no idea someone could be this cruel. The tears filled my eyes and started to spill over.

Ian grabbed my breasts and tugged on them as he continued his assault, smashing deep within me to my most intimate places. I didn't want anyone back there but Cutler, but what choice did I have anymore? Simply put, I had no choice. Ian pushed into me twice more and we both rose to an orgasm. My eyes rolled back far in my head as the tears continued trickling down my face. My makeup was ruined, my body beat, and my heart in two. Who knew that a marriage could change your life so much in less than an hour?

Ian pulled out of me and dressed quickly. I could escape now, but I just couldn't move. I lay on the ground, completely paralyzed and motionless. My eyes were glazed and my lips were parted slightly as I gagged for the much needed oxygen. Now fully dressed, Ian looked down at me and glared, "Come on, get up, whore." He kicked me against the wall in an attempt to get me to stand up.

Everything hurt and I couldn't quite move. I continued to lay limply on the ground. A soft cry of pain ripped from my throat when he kicked me, but I had no strength left to move. Ian watched me for a few minutes and then seemed to understand that I couldn't stand whether I wanted to our not. He leaned down and hauled me to my feet.

Ian pulled the wedding dress back over my head and tied it hastily. I started to slump against the wall, but Ian grabbed me and pinned me against it. He got in my face and hissed, "Now listen carefully, slut. Are you listening?" I nodded slightly, still unable to make my voice work. Ian frowned at me, "Answer me when I ask you something!"

He pinched my nipple between his first and second finger and started twisting it as he tried again, "Now can you answer me?" I yelped and found my voice. Trembling, I nodded and said in barely a whisper, "Yes, I'm listening." Ian gave my nipple one more hard pinch before letting go. He studied me carefully and walked around me.

"You will go through with wedding. If you make any kind of struggle, I'll run you through with this as soon as we're alone," Ian said, pulling the shiny knife out of his pocket. It glittered menacingly in the light. Ian abruptly lunged forward and pressed the blade of the knife against my throat, "So, no struggling, do you understand?"

"Y-yes," I whispered, eying the silver blade with wide eyes. Ian tucked it away and smirked, "Good then. Come along now. You and I have a wedding to do." He grabbed my hand and let me out of the room. As soon as we were in the light, Ian frowned and turned to wipe all the smeared makeup off my face, muttering, "You really do know how to make a mess of yourself."

I kept my eyes on the ground as the last few guests arrived and entered the sanctuary. Ian greeted them while I stood frozen still. About ten minutes later, Ian pushed me towards the door and whispered in my ear, "There's your father. Now go be a good girl and let him walk you down the isle. Remember what I said about resisting. It'll only be your funeral."

I made no comment and joined my father. He looked much too cheerful considering the circumstances. Offering me his hand, he told me, "You've become a find young woman, you know that? You're not a girl anymore." Usually, praise from my father was nice. But today, I really could care less. After all, he was selling me away to a man who would only abuse me.

My father didn't notice my silence and pushed the door open. He took my hand and started walking me down the isle. My legs wobbled underneath me and it took all my strength to keep from falling over. I didn't dare look at anything or anyone. All I did was look blankly at the floor until I noticed a little piece of parchment land next to my foot. It was a very small thing, hardly noticeable.

Needing to know if the parchment was for me, I pretended to slip and faked falling to the ground. As I arranged my skirts to get back up again, I carefully slipped the parchment into my shoe. Father quickly offered me his hand and actually looked concerned as he hauled me back up and whispered, "You're all right now, It's going to be fine, sweetie."

I gave my father an ironic smile. Was it going to be fine? Not at all. I continued walking up to the altar, sealing my doom. Finally, we reached the priest. My father handed me over to Ian. Ian gave me one of those evil smiles and turned towards the priest. As all the wedding vows were read, my mind floated away. I thought of Cutler, love, and anything that meant anything to me.

"Miss Cook?" the priest said, giving me a meaningful look. Oh right, it was my turn to say those dreaded two words. I looked up and saw Ian giving me a dangerous look. I had no choice really. I had to say those words. Closing my eyes, I trapped myself into a life I didn't want to live and said in a resigned voice, "Oh sorry. I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest stated. Ian quickly leaned forward and kissed me roughly. There was no love in his kiss or in any way that he touched my body. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look into his, as he kissed me. Finally, he released me and turned towards all the people sitting below.

Feeling my strength leaving me, I leaned against a column that was standing to my right. I had no idea why it had been built, but at the moment, I was quite thankful for it. I heard Ian's friends cheering and whooping. Ian quickly moved to join them. Feeling hazy, I looked down at the guests and suddenly met a pair of big, blue eyes.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I looked a bit closer. Cutler was sitting in the middle row on the left. His eyes searched mine and he was quivering angrily, like he wanted to go kill Ian. I stumbled down the isle to go to him, but of course, Ian had to come over at that moment and usher Cutler away to get refreshments. Not having the strength to follow them, I leaned against the wall.

Suddenly, I remembered the piece of parchment that had been thrown at me while I had been walking down the isle. Curious to see what it was, I waited until nobody was paying attention to me before I leaned down and slipped the piece of parchment out of my shoe. I unfolded it and read the three words scrawled across it: I love you. It was definitely from Cutler. God, I loved him.

"What's that?" a random man came up and looked at me curiously. I quickly hid the parchment behind my back and shrugged, "Nothing. Who are you?" The man staring at me was large with untamed black hair and cold eyes. I instantly got a bad feeling about him. Stretching his hand out, he introduced himself, "I'm Adam. I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other quite well."

Uh oh, I didn't like the sound of that. Unfortunately, I was in a situation where I really did have to shake his hand. If I didn't, I would look rude. Not like I minded being rude to Ian's friends, but I remembered the threat of the knife. So being a good girl, I reached out and shook Adam's hand while saying in a quivering voice, "I'm Jenna. Jenna Cook."

Before Adam could talk to me some more, Ian looked over at me and waved me over to him, "Jenna, come over. I have some people to introduce to you." Glad for any excuse to escape Adam, I slipped through the crowd and went over to Ian. I made sure not to stand too close to me so that he couldn't grab me even if he wanted to.

Ian introduced me to several people, none of which I paid any attention. It wasn't until I noticed a pale hand extended towards me that I actually looked up. Not really paying any attention to what was going on between me and his friends, Ian waved his hand carelessly towards the man in front of me and drawled, "Cutler, meet my wife. Jenna, this is Cutler Beckett."

I tilted my head up so I could meet Cutler's eyes. I saw so much in them: sorrow, pain for me, anger at Ian, and so much more. Extending my hand, I grabbed Cutler's tightly, not able to get close enough to him under the circumstances. Cutler rubbed his thumb over my hand and blinked rapidly. Only I was paying close enough attention to him to realize he was trying to not cry.

From across the room, Adam waved towards Ian. Ian gave me a careless look and said, "I'm going to talk to Adam. Do whatever you like." He gave me one of those ugly smiles and went to talk to Adam. Cutler looked around the room quickly. When was absolutely sure that no eyes were on us, he put a hand over my mouth and yanked me into the room behind us.

After shutting the door, Cutler looked down at me and this time, tears did spill down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and murmured, "I'm so sorry, my dear..." Tears came for me as well. I collapsed against Cutler's body and started sobbing into his chest. Cutler tightened his grip around me and stroked my hair in an attempt to calm me down.

My sobs started to get louder and louder. Cutler looked at the door nervously and whispered in my ear, "Shh...I can't let anyone know we're in here. That would be awkward." Knowing that he was kind of right, I quieted my sobs and pressed myself closer to Cutler. Cutler kissed my forehead and wiped some smeared makeup off with his index finger.

"He raped you, didn't he? Before the wedding?" Cutler asked in a dark voice, frowning at the door. I nodded and tucked myself closer to Cutler. Why did all those clothes have to separate us? I unbuttoned his jacked and shirt and pushed my face against his naked chest, breathing in his sweet scent. Everything about Cutler was so familiar and comforting.

"What did you do?" Cutler asked with a sigh. Not understanding his question, I peered up at his face with a puzzled expression on mine. Cutler frowned at me and said, "You resisted, didn't you?" I kind of had. I remembered telling Ian that I wouldn't marry him. That was resisting. Slowly, I nodded and kept my face in his chest.

"My poor baby," Cutler said, putting a hand on the back of my neck and stroking it gently. His touch was so loving and gentle. It was the complete opposite of Ian. My body started trembling at the thought of Ian and I whined to Cutler, "I can't go back with him. Please don't make me. Please...I beg you...save me from him before he hurts me..."

"Oh, don't. Please don't," Cutler whispered, tears falling onto my head. "You know I can't do that. I'd lose my career, my status, my home, and everything really. I'd become a criminal. Don't hurt me in this way. You know I want you to live with me. I'd keep you with me always if only I could. But when it all comes down to it, I can't."

That just made me cry harder. Cutler abruptly grabbed my chin and tilted it up. He searched my face with watery blue eyes before leaning down and kissing me more passionately than ever before. Our lips kneaded and moved together. His hands stroked my body and our tongues met and rubbed together. I wanted this feeling of being safe in Cutler's arms to last forever, sadly, it would end much too soon and I would be forced to go with Ian. I didn't want to think about what horrors I would go through for tonight.