The Bride ◇ Children Of The Corn

chapter two

the kettle whistled and she rushed to turn it off. Issac was visiting this afternoon and she needed everything to be perfect.

he said he needed to discuss urgent matters. so she made his favorite tea, a beautiful Bundt cake, even polished all the silverware.

Malachai said nothing as he sat at the table eating his lunch and watch his wife at work. he eyed her and looked down at his food.

he knew exactly why Issac was coming over.

and in all honesty, he knows she would never agree.

he stood from his seat and took his plate to the sink and washed it. it was something small but he knew she was already much to busy to clean his plate.

he walked over to her and towered over her. she looked up in question at her husband. "yes Malachai?"

he leaned down and kissed her. she accepted the kiss and leaned more into it.

she didn't want him to get angry again.

he pulled away and smiled at her before taking his knife and leaving the home. she touched her lips and her heart began to beat loudly.

she shook her head to try and shove her feelings deep down.

she would never love him again.

ever.

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"you want me and Malachai to what?"

"fornicate and create a child."

he said it so effortlessly and casual as if he goes around telling other married couples to have sex and have a baby.

"..but i-"

"and i know for a fact you and Malachai have not consumatated your marriage. he told me. (Name), it's been three years."

she nodded in understanding. "im just afraid..."

he grabbed her hand softly. "my child is alright to feel these nerves. but he loves you and he won't try to harm..as long as you cooperate."

she tried so hard not to fear those words. even though she knows she should.

"don't tell him what we talked about. surprise him. give yourself to him completely. here i have something for you."

he reached into his pouch and pulled out a box. he opened the box, and pulled out a white night dress. it was so innocent but the intentions not so pure.

she gulped as she smiled. Malachai would flip if he saw her wear this.

"do we have an understanding?"

"...yes Issac."

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"dear, im back!"

Malachai entered the home as he took his boots off. the house was dead silent and food could not be smelled. he became suspicious. had she finally turned on him?

"(Name)?"

he then heard creaking upstairs. in the bedroom. she was trying to leave.

"(Name), where's my dinner? you know what happens when dinner isn't on the table when i get home."

he stomped upstairs in a rage. he reached his closed bedroom door and kicked it open.

but instead of finding his wife rushing to pack a suitcase, he got a much better surprise.

the knife he held in his dropped at the sight.

there she was sat up on their bed, in a beautiful white night dress. she smiled softly at him.

"i made a soup earlier it's in the fridge. but i was wondering if we can do something else for now..."

a warning ⚠️

next chapter will be NSFW