"You piece of shit!" I sobbed, pulling on the chain connecting my leg to the bedpost.
"You lied to me, Enzo...I trusted you!"
Enzo took a few steps closer to me, causing me to back away on reflex, "Don't come any closer...or I swear I'll..."
"You'...
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The room was a decorated by a dark lighting, a deep harmonious song was played on the grand piano while everyone danced, in the ballroom. All but one. Amongst the crowd in a world of only her, she sat. Waiting and watching . That was all familiar to her, she'd watched her husband take other women's hands in marriage, and she waited for the moment one of them killed him; but it never came.
She slipped the glass between her red stained lips, basking in the bitterness of the wine. Her expression ever unchanging. She thought tonight would be the same as the others but her theory was proven wrong and her amusement was peaked. When she saw her husband dancing with a new woman a woman who had the same glint of hatred in her eyes as her.
'Shes the one who'll do it' she thought.
'Shes the one who'll kill my husband.'
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A cold splash of water hit me causing me to heave awake. Where am I...fuck i can't remember anything?
"I was worried you died...that injection worked too good," an unfamiliar mans voice filled my ears. I slowly lifted my head so I could meet the eyes of whoever it was.
"Who are you? If there anything you want—" I started but was turned into a heaving mess when more ice cold water was poured on me. Shit! I was on the verge of catching my breath when a man walked in, he looked to be around my dad's age, most likely older and Russian. Oh crap! He's Russian.
"What do you want? Im not-" I started to shout once more but was interrupted when the man, spoke, "Grab her," he said, almost instantly the two man walked towards me and undid the chain on my neck, grabbing onto my feet and hands so i couldn't fight back no matter how badly I wanted.
I was dragged into a room with a woman inside holding a thin dress. The two men left the room leaving me and her alone, "Where am I," I spoke. The woman softly smiled and handed the dress to me, not responding to my question. I sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to get any further if I continued pressing her so I let it go for the moment and undressed myself. She quickly slipped the dress onto me and forcefully turned me around, zipping it up.
"Can you at least tell me why I'm being put in a dress," I asked. Its unusual, people dont take someone against their will, pour cold water on them, then style them into lovely dresses.
"You'll find out soon," she muttered, pulling my hair back into a high bun. When she finished styling my hair she opened the door and the two men entered, this time instead of harshly carrying me, they wrapped their arms around me, tight enough for me to be unable to make a run for it but light enough that I was able to walk on my own. I entered the dining room and instantly everyone turned to face me, the Russian man, two women and four children.
The man cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink before speaking, "Ladies meet your new sister wife," he said, gesturing towards me.
