Chained Wife✔️

Chapter 36

Before he slams the door behind him, he leads us into our bedroom. Orders me to get dressed and to head downstairs to start preparing lunch before more members of the family begin to arrive, and then he leads us out of the room.

I made my way to my closet by hobbling slowly and leaning against the door frame for support. Once I was inside, I rested my head against the door frame to give my injured leg some support because it did not want to bear the weight of my body.

My entire body is on fire from the excruciating pain.  I really wish that I could simply lie down in my bed and pass out for a time, or maybe even for good.

I decide to put on the only dress I own that is suitable for death, which is the gray one that Colton had given to me, and then I go into the bathroom. He didn't tell me to take a shower. I should probably do that because I need to get this dried blood off of me, right?

Surley he doesn't want anyone to see me like this?

Unless they are also similar to him, that is. Does the entire family engage in the practice of kidnapping women to use as brides and husbands for themselves?

It's possible that some people don't do this, and I could possibly talk to them about helping me leave, but then I'd have to leave Colton, and a good wife wouldn't do that. I turn the knob on the bathtub as I think these thoughts to myself.

I let out a loud sigh as I climbed into the bathtub, forcing every thought to leave my head before slipping my body down into the warm water and watched the water turn a blood-red color from all of the blood washing off of my body.

After a few minutes have passed, the door suddenly swings open, showing an enraged Colton, and I begin to scrub the blood off of my hands while taking care to draw the wash rag gently over my injuries.

He then walks up to me, wraps his hand around my hair, and yanks me out of the tub with such force that water sprays all over the floor.

As he swings me out of the tub and onto the floor, my hands fly to my head and I hold them over his hand. As I feel my head hit the toilet seat, I let out a soft cry before bringing my hand to cover my head as I stare up at him terrified to get another lesson.

I can't go another day without eating or drinking down there; I won't make it.

He makes eye contact with me while bending down in front of me, and I can see he is really angry. I can see that he is clenching his teeth tightly together, clenching his jaw, which is forcing his cheeks to puff out, and his eyes are burning with anger.

"W-hat-" I begin by asking him what it was that I did this time around.

I was just trying to wash the blood off before heading downstairs because I thought he would want me to look nice in front of his family. I was wrong.

"You were instructed to go get the lunch started. Why the hell did I walk in on you taking a bath just now?" When he yells in my direction, I can see his saliva flying out of his mouth.

"I-I tried my best to appear nice for you," she said. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I softly sob. All I wanted to do was make him happy.

After staring at me for a few moments, he finally releases my head, stands up, and exits the room without uttering another word. He then closes the door behind him.

I'm heaving myself up with a lot of effort, whimpering loudly as I do so and grasping the wall for support as I stand. As I made my way back to bed, I clung to the wall for support and came dangerously close to falling over.

I was finally able to get to my bed and put on the dress I had chosen. After carefully putting on my underwear, I began to pull the dress up over my body.

It is a little on the large side, but I'm happy for that because it won't irritate the cuts as much as it would otherwise.

I quickly grab the brush from the bedside table, brush through my hair, and then roll it into a tight bun on top of my head. After that, I wrap a black ribbon around my head and look in the mirror to make sure it is in the ideal position.

I ease out of my bedroom and hug the wall for support as I make my way to the staircase. I walk down them very slowly.

I keep a firm hold on the railing with both of my hands and proceed cautiously down the staircase as I become aware of the presence of male voices coming from the living room.

Once I've finished, I immediately hug the wall again, and because I don't want to be seen by the men when Colton isn't around, I make myself as small as possible so that I can sneak into the kitchen without being seen.