The Arranged Marriage

The Arranged Marrage Ch-4 the real one Sorry

Who knew how long it would be till I was truly able to see Ian again? I really dislike this situation I have been placed in.

Were it not for Mildred we all would be fine and very happy. Well first things first, I had to get out of here in about an hour. Then I could plot Mildred's downfall.

How hard could it be? I have the knowledge and can easily get the supplies and contacts needed. Once this was over I would make sure she falls so fast and hard she won't know what hit her. Yes, but I couldn't be here now for that.

I also need to identify this mystery man she intends on marrying me too. I walk over to the window and gaze out. Oh how I always longed to get outside, but I would give it up in a heartbeat to wake up from all this madness still engaged to Ian.

I move back to the open drawer, half the items were gone, and with them Ian. I hated this. I replace the rest of the items and the note back in my purse and shut the drawer closed. No one would think that it held my means to escape. I step back to the window, it was if I had never left.

I was jealous of the flowers, they had no care in the world. The only problems they faced was the wind. It never snowed here, it barely rained more than a light drizzle.

A cloth covers my eyes, turning my world black. I immediately raise up my hands to tug the cloth away but their just grabbed and pulled behind my back.

I tug at my arms futilely. The more I struggled, the tighter the grip on my wrists became. "Let go of me!" I yelled out. I knew that it couldn't be Ian, I watched him leave.

"No." The voice whispered in my ear. "Make me." The man taunted me and made no effort to hide it.

"Let go of me." I repeated with a growl.

"Got a bit of a temper do we?"

"You haven't seen a thing, now let go!"

He just tightened his grip more as if it were possible to do so, seeing as he would soon break my wrists if he continued. "Would you like to continue?" His tone was light, as if this were a game.

I smile, I could feel him tensing for something. In a spilt seconded I lift up my legs and kick the wooden ledge of the window. We spill back, he released his grip on my wrists, but before I was able to make a move he clamped his arms around my waist, pinning my arms down to my sides.

"Feisty, I like that." I heard the words spoken into my ear, a warm breath huffed air slowly across my face. The sensation tingled, but I only liked it when Ian did so. "Just another trait in the list of things I like about you."

"If you don't shut up I just might very well vomit."

He laughed at my retort, I mean really who does that?

I didn't like him laughing at me. I twist and squirm in his grasp, I found out a few things. One, he had a pretty good hold on my body, two he was really strong, much to my disadvantage. And third, I really didn't like him, not one bit.

"Darling if you keep this up, I won't be able to restrain myself for much longer." He kept laughing, but his words struck home. I stopped wriggling. "I was hoping you would continue." His tone implied he was sad at the loss.

"In your dreams, asshole!" I knew my words were spat with a venom, but he deserved every bit of it. I raise up my legs and bring them down before he had time to react. I heard him hiss in a bit of pain.  "Well now you're hard and in pain. I think I did a good days work."

His grip tightened around my waist, making it very painful to breath. I gasp for air, but it was a usless endever as he kept squezzing tight. I guess it was an ocupational hazard when you kick a man in the private, or relentlessly taunt them. So I slow my breathing and take more shallow ones instead of gasping, solowly i was able to get more air in my brused and battered lungs.