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5. Byakuya

This might be controversial but I don't want to portray a false picture.
This woman represents the women who have been forced into marriages as well as religious beliefs. That she is of arabic descent has nothing to do with how I mean to portray the religion or people. Her friends who will appear later on when I work on her character more are also arabic and come from healthy households.
I just wanted to clear this up before I get attacked for false portrayal bc I have a feeling someone might feel like I'm trying to or actually doing that. If you wish to educate me more or feel like I should add or change something feel free to dm me or write a comment (just plz be nice)

TW// Forced marriage, mention of sexual assault, yandere behaviour

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As she stepped out of the plane with her husband, making her way toward the hotel she felt more and more nauseous.
He was old, unattractive and disgusting, treating her like an object. She hated it. Why couldn't she have had to marry a man her age? She could almost be his granddaughter.

She was glad that he had at least agreed to not have sex with her on their wedding night. Yet he insisted on taking her virginity tonight.

Just the thought made her gag, luckily hidden by her Niqab.
She never wanted to wear this. She didn't even believe in a god. She wanted to be free, far away from her parents' almost tyrannical behaviour and especially far away from her husband.

Once in the hotel room or rather suite she was allowed to take the Niqab off, yet she hesitated, already watching her husband staring at her with lustful eyes.
It made her skin crawl and she went to the bathroom quickly to freshen up after the long flight.
She cried silently, thinking she'd have to live this way until she died. She'd rather commit suicide she thought as her eyes already scanned the bathroom for any sharp objects.
She'd love to be a mother, have an actual loving husband-yet she knew it was impossible.

That was until she was alone in the room while her husband showered. She swallowed, her heartbeat picking up as she took her bag with the few belongs she'd brought and quietly snuck out the suite, running to the elevator, doors closing as she stared anxiously at the hallway as she already heard him yell.

She ran out the hotel and through the city, looking back from time to time, not caring who she'd bump into her.

Freedom.

That was the only thought she had in mind.
Looking back one more time she didn't notice she ran into someone almost causing her to fall, yet an arm caught her gently.

"Are you okay?"

She blinked, looking at the source of the soft yet deep voice.
A man of probably asian descent was holding her as he adjusted his glasses, cold eyes scanning her.
"Oh, pardon I shouldn't touch you like this" He smiled gently making sure she was standing steadily before stepping back.

"Th-thank you.."

Her voice was quivering, tears in her eyes as she looked back again.

"What's wrong? Is someone following you?"
Concern laced his voice and masculine yet soft features.

"I.. I don't know where to go.. Please.. Please, please help me.. I-i don't want him to find me"
With that she broke down crying, him having to catch her again, looking around before going to an expensive car with her, seating her in the passenger seat while he sat down in the driver's seat and drove to a different hotel, farther away from the one she would've been staying at.

"What's going on?"

"I-i was forced to marry this old man.. A-and.. A-and.. I don't want him to.. R-rape me.."