She's Broken.

Conditions

*Kori's POV*

The last thing I remember, Brayden's arms were around my waist, and I was holding the picture of my Mother. Next thing I knew, I was drifting into the darkness and it felt like I was falling into an infinite black hole. When I woke up, I was in the backseat of what seemed to be a rather expensive car. It was almost daylight out. I silently looked around. Brayden was not in the car. And then it hit me.

Brayden.

It was Brayden who had saved my life, not only from Stephanie, but also when it came to listening to all of my problems. I gave up my world of secrets to a complete stranger, who turned out not to be a stranger at all. I mean, of course I had kind of liked Brayden, and I had definitely wanted to get to know him, but not like this.

So I sat up very slowly and tried to look out the window to see where I was at. I didn't recognize it, and we must have been pretty far from Blackridge, because I'm pretty sure we were driving most of the night. I saw Brayden open the door to a orange-ish log cabin. It looked like it must have been abandoned a long time ago, because it had moss all over it, and the surrounding plants had obviously not been tended to in a very long time. He slowly got closer and closer to the car, and I could feel the sweat beading down on my forehead. I was scared as to what he would do.

He pulled the latch on his car and reached for his waist line, where he grabbed a small black hand gun and pressed into the side of my temple.

"Get up. We're going into that cabin over there. Your stuff is already in there. I promise we'll be safe. If you try to run, I will kill you, so don't try anything. Lets' go."

It didn't look like I had a choice. I had a gun trained on me, and no means of escaping without death. I'd just have to wait this one out.

Walking as slowly as I could, and looking around for any way to get out of there, I noticed something. Glistening through the gaps in the thick trees, was a stinging reflection of the sun. That probably meant there was a lake there. But that was good and bad. I could go swimming, cool off, get my mind off of things. But it also gave Brayden another weapon over me; drowning.

I walked up the creaky steps to the log cabin, the gun still trained on my head. I knew I was nervous, but it definitely showed when I went to turn the door knob and my hands trembled. He finally got irritated with me and reached for the handle himself.

Inside, there was a few dusty chairs, a long couch, and a coffee table. Beyond that, there was a kitchen with a window on the back wall that allowed the October light to pour inside. It would be extremely beautiful if it wasn't for the fact that it looked like no one had been there in 15 years. I hadn't realized I had stopped dead in my tracks until I felt Brayden's gun press into the back of my skull and the words escape his lips, "Let's go upstairs."

A lot of things could happen from this point. It could either be innocent, or unavoidably sinful. Either way, I was still extremely scared. But I couldn't escape. I was terrified for my life at that point, and knew that if I didn't come up with something smart very quickly, I was going to die.

Upon arriving in the upstairs bedroom of the log cabin, I had noticed that there were bags, my bags. When I was knocked out, Brayden must have packed some of my things. The thought of him going through my dresser and picking out my clothes left me sickened, but it was too late to do anything about it.

"Sit down on the bed. Right now. We need to talk." He said, with a slight tremble in his voice.

I sat down and quickly admired the softness of the bed. "Y-Yes?" I asked.

"From this point on, you will act like we are married. You will be Mrs. McCann, and do everything I say. You will cook, clean, and do everything I ask. If you try and deny me what I want, I will kill you. If you try to escape, I will kill you. If you even think for a second that I won't try and hurt you if you fuck up, you're wrong. You will be pleasant, happy, and for god sakes, you will not complain. Or. I. Will. Kill. You."

As Brayden said these words to me, I could feel my eyes widening. Pictures going through my head of me cleaning, cooking, and doing everything he asked; being Mrs. McCann.

The only option here was to say yes, but then there was another option: and that was to die. Dying sounded pretty good to me for one moment, but then dying because I wouldn't be Mrs. McCann didn't seem like the best way to go.

I could feel my head nodding as I looked up at him with reassuring eyes. For the first time tonight, I could see only a small amount of regret, but then he covered it up by taking the gun away from my head and walking out of the room in a slow strut.

When I finally got it through my head that I had been left up in this room, it was a bit overwhelming. I was supposed to be a perfect wife tomorrow... What a wedding night.