bend me backwards ( true love x smut )

chapter 1 - lust at first sight

wake me up... this is a bad dream. I try to wake up but I cant.

" Wake up ... My darling child! wake up " he shakes me lightly in hope I'll wake up. " Father! what are you doing in my room ?" I sit up " sorry my darling child, breakfast is ready, your new husband will here in 2 hours " I was shocked at the thought this... " pancakes or porridge father?" " porridge darling. meet us in dining room one in t minus ten minutes "

I had to get ready quick. My father does this rather often... he wakes me up from a bad dream then tells me to get up and ready for the day. We're a quite wealthy family we live in a castle built by my father and his pals. They had it suited to my pregnant mother at the time. Im 18 now, I have been married once now, he died in a cow fight along the fields, getting me milk for my morning porridge. Every morning since he was attacked I've had nightmares. Its okay. I am getting used to them. They are becoming lucid as we speak. Instead of the cow killing me, I now control what I do, so I milk the cows myself and cook them. It's a nice change to just having porridge as beef is highly beneficial for the teeth.

I am yet to meet my new husband. I miss my cow fighter. I have been told rarely anything about him other than the fact that he is a contortionist and has long limbs. Ah my porridge is ready. It tastes like my life. Boring and tasteless yet oddly comforting when you chew it at a certain angle. I'm not ready to get married again. It's like porridge. Dull and meaningless, and eventually, like life, the porridge will finish, and all you'll have left to show is a dirty bowl with a spoon. My last porridge bowl was half full, when I was with my other husband. It felt as though the porridge would never end. Porridge. Porridge. Ah porridge. Such an odd word. I am meeting my husband soon. Oh lord I hope he can make nice porridge. I am headed to the town hall where we will have a practice ceremony.

As I'm leaving I realise I have my ball room corset on... I better go change to my custom corset. it had been hand made by the farmers, my dad told me no and I'm embarrassing... I've never heard such language come from such a wise man. I have always looked up to my dad however I'm really doubting this decision of his. " I need another porridge bowl " I mutter under my breath " excuse me my darling child? I didn't hear you there?" " oh it was nothing father... I'll be back in just a Jiffy. " okay my little gem. " my father seems so happy for the big day I just cannot bare to tell him I don't want to do this anymore. I cannot begin to think about an isle with a man I don't know.

* tp to later at the town hall *