Mia-Ann Catherine

chapter 1: Rusty...

No!No! I cry mentally. Tell him no. come on Mia stop it all. Please...
I lie beneath him, fear is laced through my body. I want to move but I can't. It's as if im being pinned down completley unable to even flinch.

He pushes harder and his grip on my wrists tighten. You are being pinned down Mia. I remind myself.

I open my eyes from there tight hold.Then I focus my blazing green eyes on him. He smiles at my attempt to scare him away.

He then bites into my flesh. As he releases himself a hot searing pain flashes through my body. I loose conciousness for a second.

When the blackness fades away a small tear runs down my face. I crave to wipe it away, but I know better then to struggle against him. The marks on my back are a big enough reminder; to why...

This man who has claimed me as his and promises never to give me to anyone else, this man who kills me piece by peice: day by day is...My Husband.

My beloved man Rustington; we all were told to call him Rusty.

Rusty has always been apart of our family.We saved him and when I turned 15 and he 18 we were married. Everyone loved our wedding. They say we are the perfect couple. They all envy us. They call us 'Mr and Mrs perfect...

But they are wrong for there are things a woman can never forgive. Some things no woman can try to endure. No woman can survive such torture and pain. No matter what she is...

He moans deep in my throat and I feel a pang- in this lifeless thing-caged beneath my ribs. The barrier to that thing is so strong no one has brocken through it. It will beat when I find the one. The soul mate. My soul mate.

I know I haven't found him because it sits stonecold-completely iced over with a barriers no one
dares/can cross.

Everyone loves him, while I loath him. He has created a monster inside me who dares to kill him the moment it can.

He was bought up filthy.

We found him (1872)when i was 5;he had 8 years of his dad filling his head with things no kid should hear. which has gotten only worse with me around to push his man erges over the edge.He proved how much he thought of me from the begining. The way his eyes lit up with lust when I walked through the door.Clearly then I had felt special for he was just gorgeous. That was until 1875-when I reached 8 and lost 'it' to him. I belong to him now. But I have since I was 8 so theres no difference there (except now he has papers to prove I'm his).

He kisses my kneck and I squirm in disgust. His white-ear-lengthed hair tickles my cheek as he moves. His nails claw at my stomach. He then grabs me. He grips so hard I cry out in pain. He smiles and takes my cry for joy so squeezes harder.

Then he leans into my ear and spits,
"your a dirty little girl. They all think you are nothing but pure, But I know you are anything but... " I bite down on my lip.

"Come on Mia. lighten up. you know I love you. Your gorgeous, how could I not" he grips my hair and smells it "from your long silky blonde curls."Then travels his hand down down my body."all the way down" he then pinches my ass" to your feet, your perfect tasty feet." He moves down my body and pulls my foot to his mouth.

I won't let him do this. I won't.
I boot him in the face and make a run for the door. I hate him, I hate him.

Naked, I reach the door at the speed of light taking the keys on the way.

I push at the keys; my hands are shaking too much and they drop to the floor. My heart speeds up and I erdge myself to hurry.

I whip my head around at the sound of a creek from the bed.