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My eyes caught on an especially interesting tulle creation that hung on the wall opposite where I was sitting. I realized it was supposed to be an arch. There was a table underneath the arch holding a Bible… and a knife.
"Look behind you, sweetheart," he said as he eagerly licked his lips. "Sweetheart, little lamb…" he mused before shaking his head. "I'll continue to work on it." He gave me a broad smile, or at least as close to a smile as a crazy like him could give. It looked all wrong on his face, since there wasn't anything in his eyes to match the smile and it stretched his lips weirdly far across his skin.
"I'm good, thanks," I responded coldly, and his smile dropped.
"You wouldn't want to show ungratefulness for how hard I've worked for us," he breathed intensely. I gulped and shot a glance behind me, immediately wishing I hadn't. Behind me, there was a bed that had been draped in red sheets with white carnations thrown all over it. There was also a stack of sex toys, because nothing said wedding except for a bunch of dildos and butt plugs. I squinted at them, grimacing when I realized they didn't look all that clean.
Fuck no.
"Well?" he asked expectantly.
“It looks great. Who's it for?" I quipped.
He chuckled, shaking his head fondly as if I was an errant child.
“I know that it’s taken far too long, but I’m hoping you can forgive me since you can see how special I wanted today to be. Just like we always talked about.”
“Talked about?” I pressed, wondering just how far his delusion went.
He patted my leg. “I remember everything you ever said, about how you wanted it to be just us—well, and your dad.” He frowned as he remembered that piece wasn’t possible.
Not that I had ever mentioned wanting a wedding with him or my father.
“I even got you chocolate fudge cake, because I know that was your favorite. I took you to that one bakery on our first date, and you had me buy the whole cake.” He shook his head and then tapped me underneath my chin. “But we won’t be eating cake anymore until we lose some weight, will we?”
I stared at him blankly, truly shocked. I mean, of course I’d been shocked with the whole kidnapping thing and him being behind it. But imagining a whole life? I’d known he was demented, a psychopath like my father, but I’d never seen this level of crazy during that time.
Also, had he just called me fat and told me I needed to lose weight?
Because that was rude.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, making me jump. “You haven’t seen your dress yet!”
He ran over to a door on the other side of the room, revealing a mostly empty closet with the exception of some photographs stapled to its back wall and a long black dress bag. I couldn’t make out what the pictures were of, and I was grateful for that.
I’m sure I didn’t want to see them.
Bentley carefully pulled the dress bag out of the closet and walked over to the bed and laid it down. “I can’t wait to see you in this,” he cooed, beginning to unzip it.
The first thing I noticed was that it was really poofy. There were yards and yards of fabric around the skirt. I was going to resemble a heavily frosted white cupcake. The second thing I noticed was that it had been made for a person half my size. He was really going to be disappointed if he tried to force me to fit into that. Maybe I would have fit when the Demon was taking me through food rationing, but the current me, who actually had meals, was never going to be able to zip that thing up.
“I’m going to help you get ready. I think that will be more intimate, don’t you?” he asked absentmindedly, his fingers stroking the bedazzlements on the skirt of the dress reverently.
Okay, I just needed to play along until I could get a hold of that knife. Or at least until I figured out a way to overpower him. Bentley was highly trained, my father had made sure of that, so he wasn’t going to fall for the tricks that stupid people usually did.
“Delilah,” he snapped, a threat woven into his voice.
“Just busy admiring it,” I quickly responded, trying my best to keep any latent sarcasm out of my tone.
He seemed pleased by that, so I must have been a better actress than I thought.
“Is there a bathroom I can change in?” I asked lightly, really not wanting to get undressed in front of this bonehead.
Bentley eyed me hungrily.
“I want it to be a surprise and all of that,” I quickly added, not liking the way he was practically foaming at the mouth as he eyed my body.
“I don’t quite trust you yet, Delilah,” he responded, looking genuinely sad about that. “I think that those assholes worked really hard to make you forget me. I’m going to be patient with you. That’s what a perfect husband would do.”
