Love For The One I Hate (on hold)

Prologue

His hands wriggled around my waist. I wanted to escape but I knew I was too weak to get out of his grip. I closed my eyes so tightly that my face screwed up. I didn't want to remember more of this than I had to.

Eventually he stepped back, grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. I opened my eyes to find myself already inside the tent. Jasper bowed still holding onto my hand and I joined him. When I recovered I locked my eyes to the floor. I wanted to show respect but I didn't agree with this. At least it's not just me. Everybody has to go through this. Well everyone of  my status. I envy the witches. They have never had to attend the matching. Their soul will forever be their own, unlike mine.

I don't understand why some people find the matching romantic. Why would anyone want to be forced to mate with someone they truely hate?

'Roseanne look at us.' One of the Priestesses said. I drew my eyes up to face her. Her long auburn hair shimmering as it fell over her white shoulders. 

I glanced along the line of them and immediately felt small. The Priests and Priestesses, all of them beautiful, watched me with a relaxed expression. I guess they have had people like me before. People that just don't want to do this. 

Jasper gently squeezed my hand making my nose wrinkle. There was no way I was escaping this. 

'Roseanne. Do you have something to say?' One the Priests asked tipping his head slightly to the right. I shook my head gently and he slowly straightened his head again. 'Then we shall proceed.' He said keeping his eyes locked onto mine.

All the Priests and Priestesses eyes snapped shut at once. Behind their eye lids I could see their irises frantically whipping around. I felt my body begin to move and I began to panic. I didn't want this. I wanted to escape but I had lost my power.

I turned and looked up at Jasper. His eyes were glazed and slightly milky. I knew that mine looked the same way and it fightened me. It frightened me that I now had lost complete control of my body.

Jasper's hands snaked back around my waist and pulled flush up against his chest. My hands moved to the hem of my dress.