Chapter 3: Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

He was... I had never seen anyone like him. He was leaning against the wall, staring into my eyes in a way that no one had ever done before.

He was tall, very tall, and even taller than Draven who stood six feet three inches. He was muscular, his long white sleeves tightened over his biceps, and the first two buttons on his chest were undone, displaying a wicked sight to anyone's eyes. His long face remained fixed, no sign of warmth, but only coldness.1

He sported dark black hair that matched his eyes. His beardless, razor-sharp jaw appeared to cut through my skin.

His eyes traveled up and down my body. I became self-conscious all of a sudden. I was not in a good condition for sure. There were marks on my body, almost all of them ached. My hair was messy as if I had gotten out of a tomb and had not washed my hair in weeks, thanks to Draven.

"That's my daughter," Father said, sitting on the couch, looking a bit cheerful than any other time.

"She has a good body. She might be slender, but I'm sure you'll find good things inside," Mother said1 eagerly and my whole existence dropped.

I could feel the earth shifting beneath my feet. Were they renting me out to him as a plaything? My eyes welled up with tears, but the strongest thing I felt was anger.

"What are you saying?" I asked Mother sharply.

She pinched on my skin and told me to shut up with her eyes. I looked at her unbelievably, unable to mutter anything else.

"How long do you want her for?" Draven asked.

"I don't want to rent her. I want to buy her... forever," he spoke for the first time and I felt my whole world freezing around me.

"She is not for sale. She is for rent," Draven said.

"I'll give you as much money as you want. And as I said, I want to buy her," he said sharply, his gaze sweeping me from head to toe.

Draven looked at Father who seemed to be thinking, thinking about selling his daughter.

"I think we should sell her, Raphael. She is useless anyway," Mother said eagerly.

I could not look at any of them anymore. My mind felt blurry as all of my senses were going numb one by one. My head felt heavy and I got the urgent need to lie down, fearing that I might fall at any moment.

"How much will you give us?" Father asked.

"Let me tell you something before. She is not touched at all. We're giving you a full untouched virgin. The price should be high," Draven said.

"Ten million," he said, his voice as cold as ever.

Draven gasped and Mother's grip on my hand tightened in excitement. "She is yours to use, beat, or whatever you want to do with her," Father said, even before a second could pass.

"I'll go to the police and tell them what you're doing," I shouted at them.

"You fucking whore!" Draven snarled and was about to smack me when his hand was instantly bent behind him with enormous power, and he winced in pain.

"She is mine now. Don't you dare touch her or raise your voice at her," the stranger said, his voice threatening, but noticeably calm. "You don't have any right over her anymore. She is mine, only mine."

When he said that I was his, he looked straight into my eyes as if he was trying to imprint it in my brain so I would never forget it. He let go of Draven, who took a rapid step away from him, too shocked to do or say something.

"Go to your room and bring only the must with you. Don't take any clothes and don't take too long. We'll leave in ten minutes," he spoke directly to me, making my pulse skip a beat in terror and a strange emotion.

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I nodded and walked away to my room. I knew he was just a stranger, who wanted me for nothing but sexual pleasure. But even if I stayed with my family, they would rent me to other men so they could take pleasure from my body. I decided to go with him and then whenever I would get the chance, I would run away. I would never let anyone force me to do something. I had had enough of listening to others.

I went inside my room, only to find the room excessively quiet and dark. Everything felt empty. Then I realized that the main thing that felt empty was my heart.

Tears streamed down my face, and I took deep breaths to keep myself from collapsing right here. Even Max was not coming to meet me for one last time. He was not like this. But then where was he?

I looked around the room and realized that I had nothing but my wounded heart and thoughts to take with me. I sighed and took one last look out the window. I was never going to come back here, my home, a miserable one, but still, it was my home.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face. There were marks on my wrists and neck, making me appear pitiful. I did not have any kind of cosmetic to use to hide my wounds either. They were always exposed, like a piece of horrible art in view.

I gathered myself together and went downstairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time in this house. The guy looked at me narrowly, noticing that I had not taken anything with me.

"Aren't you going to take anything with you?" It was not him who asked this. It was Mother, showing fake care for the last minute I was here.

"As if I have anything," I muttered.

"She has taken money for sure," Draven snarled.

"I haven't, you jerk. You are the one who has been stealing all of the money. I earn my own money, you dumb-headed asshole. You just got ten million selling me. How much more do you want?" I shouted and approached the front door before anyone could tell me anything else.

From behind, he came up and unlocked the door for me, his gaze never leaving mine. The cold air landed on my face with drops of rainwater. I flinched at the sudden chilly sensation.

"It will be ten minutes of walk into the forest," he said.

I did not look at him, but kept my gaze forward, deciding which way to run. I felt tiny next to him, standing five feet four inches tall. I had a feeling I would not be able to get away from him no matter how hard I tried. And the way he twisted Draven's arm behind his back made me wonder what would happen if he did the same thing to me.

"Look at me, Blue," he said, his voice cold but gentle. Hearing my name in his voice was intoxicating for some reason I could not explain.

His voice seemed to force my eyes to meet his black eyes. They were very dark as if sinfully absorbing all the light in the world. It was strange. His eyes were not dark brown, but pure black. However, it was impossible for the eyes to be completely black.

"It's pointless to try to run. It will only take me a few minutes to find you. And now that I've laid eyes on you, you'll never be able to get away from me," he said, sending shivers up my spine like the feel of cold water on the skin in the winter.

"And you're safe with me. Whatever your family has done to you, I will never do the same to you. No one will ever hurt you in the place you're going now."

"I'm not safe with you either," I said, mustering all my courage.

"Oh, yes, you are. You'll be the safest and happiest with me," he said, slightly smiling, but his smile did not reach his eyes as his gaze traveled to the wounds on my wrists.

"You just bought me," I wanted to shout, but I could not. The only thing that came out was a low murmur.

"I've bought you to make you mine," he said.

"Make me your slave?" I asked.

"No."

"You're lying. You all are lying. Why else would you buy me if I'm not going to be your slave? You're going to turn me into your toy. You will hurt me and enjoy my body without my consent. You're the first customer they were talking about, right? You want me to use me, you want to strike me when you're angry. You want to do unimaginable things to me and then kill me eventually. That's why you want me, don't you?" I shouted, all my rage pouring out like it had been released after a long time.

"No, Blue," he said calmly. "I want you as my bride."1

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