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(Kata's dress, hair and makeup)
I really don't know what he has planned, and that worries me. I open the door and the man standing there holds out my cuffs, which I assume he wants me to put on. I take the cuffs and carefully put them around my wrists. I'm escorted downstairs by a man whose to tall to properly see around. As we walk I can make out the smell of something disgusting and I have to stop myself from gagging. We walk into the kitchen/dinning area that's set up, and Marshal is there waiting for me. The men turns to leave and I can see the pity? in his eyes. Maybe I'm dreaming no one here has ever had pity for me.
As he leaves marshal invites me to sit, he's sitting in a nice suit, with his light brown hair smoothed down, his hazel eyes stare at me. In all honesty he looks incredibly handsome, his slight muscle shows through his shirt......
Snap out of it Kata, he's crazy. I take my seat not sure what we're doing here. That is until a female maid, by looks, brings in some.... is that food??? I almost gag at the smell. As she leaves she gives me a pity look, what's with everyone today.
"I made this for you, my love." That's why they are giving me pity looks. F*ck! Why does the best days always turn into the worst? Just the smell of it makes me want to gag!
"It smells amazing marshal" I straight out lie hoping to the goddess he doesn't make out the lie. He smiles, which I'm going to take as a 'there's no way she just lied to me, she must really like it', and starts dishing out the 'food'. I almost gag its some sort of spaghetti bolognese, how can you mess it up that badly? The sauce is lumpy like he tried to make it from scratch, the pasta is hard and straight and is tinted black, like he didn't even cook it and the meat looks all but black. I'm going to puke! I'm so dead! F*cking h*ll my life is sh*t!
I look up to see a smile on his face and love in his eyes. What will he do if I don't eat it? I think he can see I'm hesitant, because his brows furrow in confusion. Before he can say anything I pick up my fork and put some 'food' onto it. I try not to gag as I bring it to my mouth. I'm about to puke! I put the food in and chew as fast as werewolfie possible so I can avoid the majority of the taste. It doesn't work, and I cough out what ever is still in my mouth and puke. His face shows horror which quickly changes to anger.
"You little bitch, I made that special for you and you just go and throw it up!"
"It was horrible, the smell was horrific and you and the worst chef out there, that's not food that trash, I don't even think homeless people would be desperate enough to eat that." I shouted at him, I knew that I was going to regret it later, but I was just so angry. It's my birthday and that's my present from my mate? I thought last years was bad, this is like a gazillion times worse.
I could feel the anger coming off him in waves, I should have kept my big mouth shut. F*CK! "YOU DARE DISRESPECT ME!" I've only ever made him this mad in the first few months captured here, when I kept trying to escape. My punishment was being burnt with silver. I wonder what it's going to be this time? He grabs the chain of my cuffs and pulls me out of my seat, my toes are barely touching the ground his eyes fog over, I assume getting some to come clean up the mess. He drags me up stairs and I think he's almost ripping my arms out of their sockets, he dragged my till he came to a door.
I even seen this door open before, it was a bedroom. Realization hit as to what my punishment would be. "Please no I-I'm sorry, please!" I cried out struggling in his grip. His face turned into an evil grin as he watched me struggle against his grip. Tears were pouring down my face as I begged him to not do it. He laid me down on the hard bed and attached the chain of my cuffs to a hook above the bed. I knew I couldn't get out of it, so I just saved my strength for the pain, that was about to come.
He climbs on top of me and starts kissing me, I don't struggle any further because it will only make it worse. His lips travel down my neck, the next second later the dress I was wearing was in shreds on the floor - thank the goddess for that, I didn't want to wear that again- his hands travel to my chest and starts undoing my bra. He kisses me all over, I notice he's already ripped his shirt off and I can hear him fumbling around with his pants. Oh dear goddess save me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the next morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was one of the worst nights of my life. I hate him, I hate the idea of having a mate. I wish I could leave. Sometime after I had passed out, I was taken back to my cell and someone put my lovely little rags on me. I wish to the goddess that I can find some way to escape this hell hole. If only I could mask my scent or something. Maybe I could trick them or something. Would that work?
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