His Little Wife

Chapter 1

With music filling the air, I lay across my bed, flicking through a text book in the middle of a daydream when my bed room door flings open. I was busy imagining the guy I had a crush on at college asking me out and where we'd go on our first date. We'd walk along the beach and down to the pier. We'd play arcade games and then have some pizza. And at the end of the night when it got too chilly he'd offer me his jacket. When He draped it over my shoulders his touch would linger and he'd lean into me and place a delicate kiss on my lips. But with the sudden intrusion my dream of the blonde haired boy was pulled away and replaced with a startled panic.

'What...' I garble out in a panic.

'Anna?!' I hear my father shout from behind me in a strained voice.

I whip my head around to see what's happening as I make eye contact with a terrifying man marching over to where I lay on the bed. I roll over onto my back and try to push myself away from him, but the wall behind me holds me in place, stopping me from any means of escape.

The tall man reaches across the bed to me, grabbing me by the wrist as he yanks me to my feet. He drops his hold on me when I'm steady and I grip the area he was holding trying to lighten the bruising pain that lingers there. My eyes dart passed the intruder to the only familiar face in the room.

'Dad?' I call to him horrified. 'What's happening?' I ask, scared for my life.

My father struggles on his knees in the doorway of my room, being held in place by two huge men that look like they body build for a living.
My eyes shoot back to the man in front of me as he grabs me by the jaw as he turns my face back to look at him.

He inspects me slowly, looking into my eyes and then tilting my head to either side as the man's eyes run over me. I try to look anywhere but him as his large body looms over me.

'Open' he says, pinching my jaw.

I let my mouth fall open, hoping if I give him what he wants he'll leave me alone. I feel his long, calloused fingers pull my bottom lip down as he examines my teeth. Then his finger press into my mouth, feeling for god knows what. I fight the urge to bite down on him, knowing he could do a lot more damage to me than I'd ever be able to do to him. So I stand there still and silent, willing to do whatever he wants me to do.

'Ok' he says retreating his hand. 'Now strip'

Horror flashes across my face as tears threaten to run from my eyes. I hope I misheard him as I feel my hands start to shake. He couldn't possibly have told to me strip. To take my clothes off in front of him and two other strange men, as well as my own father. What was he going to do? What was happening? I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on as I look back between him and my father.

'Did you not hear me?' He demands, raising his voice, making my lip quiver.

I look over to my dad again to see him facing the other way. The tears I were holding in break through their barrier as I lose hope of anyone coming to my rescue.

'Don't make me say it again.' The man growls and with fear for my life I slowly bring my hands up to the bottom of my top and pull it over my head, revealing my bra to the 3 strangers in my room. I drop the material to the floor and bring my hands up to my chest, trying to cover as much as I possibly could.

'Trousers.' The man tells me as he paces around.

'Please...' I try to say, for it to only come out in a strangled sob.

'Now!' He growls.

With the fear of what could happen next I don't move. I couldn't move. Every muscle in my body was telling me that this was wrong. If I did this then it would not end well for me. My brain was telling me what would happen if I was only in my underwear. I knew I had no chance of fighting off any advances the man made and even if I got lucky enough to stop him, there were two other men standing in the doorway, stopping me from being able to leave. Would it be better to get it over and down with? At least I could remove my clothing without hurting myself. I couldn't imagine him being gentle if he had to undress me. I didn't want anyone touching any longer then was necessary. Maybe if I did what he asked he wouldn't be so angry, maybe he'd be more gentle. So with a shaky breath and hands that were unable to stay still I unzipped my trousers and stepped out of them, leaving a pile of my clothing on the floor by my feet.

'Rather pale, isn't she?' He says to my father as if I'm not standing there in the room. 'Is she ill or something?' He asks without taking his eyes off of me.

My father shakes his head, still looking to the side as I stand in my underwear, crying to myself.

'Is she still intact?' He asks my father next.

'I... I think so' my father struggles to get out. Not meeting the scary man's eyes.

'Girl?' The man asks me, acknowledging I'm actually still in the room.

I jump at the sound of his booming voice as my eyes flick up to meet his while I stand there unmoving.

'Answer the question.' He demands of me.

'I... I don't understand.' I tell him, confused by the whole interaction.

'Are you a virgin or not?' He shouts with venom at me.

'Ye... yes.' I utter back.

'Hhmm, I suppose I could have some use for her.' He turns to speak to my father again, ignoring me.

He turns back to face me one more time as I stand there trying to cover myself with my hands. I look at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes as they ravish my body.

'Pack up her things and have her sent to me by tomorrow.' He commands my father as he leaves my bedroom.

The two goons holding my father push him forward, causing him to land on his face as they follow their leader out of the house. I grab a blanket from the bed and wrap it around myself before dropping to my knees to see if my father is ok.

'Dad?' I ask, as he pushes himself up from the floor with bright red blood dripping from his newly broken nose.

'Are you okay?' He asks, coughing up even more blood from other injuries I didn't realise he'd had until now.

'I'm fine, I'm okay.' I tell him. 'What did they do to you?' I ask him.

'I'm so sorry, Anna. This is all my fault.' He tells me ignoring my question.

'Who were they? Who was that man?' I ask, fighting back even more tears as I try to help my father up from the cold, hard wood floor.

'That's Lucian' he says, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. He struggles to stand as his hand grips his ribs, letting out a groan of pain.

'Who is he?' I ask, needing more than a name. 'What does he want?'

'He wants you, Anna. He wants you to become his wife.'