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When I round the corner into the kitchen, I see Maria the housekeeper preparing food. She gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. I guess she has seen the emotional state I have been in these last couple of days. She tended to my wounds, the ones Jacob left, except she couldn’t tend to the biggest ones he left behind. All the men stop talking when they see me. They give me looks of pity and shame as I walk through holding my head high. I’ve heard the whispers. I know what they all think of me.
“Argh, daughter. Glad you finally emerged from the confinement of your room, I have some news.” My father's eyes light up as he leans forward in his chair. He sips his whiskey as he gestures for me to take a seat. The big armchair that sits across from him has been placed next to another. I'm all too cautious as I tread carefully and take a seat. My heart is racing, the sounds pinging through my ears.
My palms are sweaty as I hide them in my sweater and rub them along my legs.
My eyes are focused on my father; it isn’t until he smiles and nods at someone that I turn my head. A man with a short beard and his hair tied back sits beside me in the other chair. He has tattoos and even markings all over his arms. Are they scars?
He smirks at me, and his eyes rake over my body making a chill run up my spine.
“Savannah, meet Eric.” He nods at the man and waves his hand at him.
“Your husband.” I scoff and almost laugh out loud.
“Excuse me?” I stand abruptly and cross my arms over my chest. I notice a few men cage around me, but I don’t back down.
“Sit down, daughter. You're already a disgrace, don’t make me disown you.” My father's tone is clipped and straight to the point. His jaw ticks as he orders me to sit with his eyes. Why didn’t Bishop get to me first?
The man, Eric, next to me chuckles, and I almost let it go but I can’t help myself.
“Find something amusing do you?” I snap at him, and he just chuckles some more and I already hate it.
“Just you wife.” He emphasizes that word.
“I’m not and nor will I ever be your wife.” I glare at him, but he just nods to someone behind me and I feel two sets of hands grab me from behind and hold me in place as Eric stands. His chair scrapes across the floor, his hand goes back, and then he slaps me hard and I cry out as he grips my chin forcing me to look at him.
“That’s where you're wrong, baby. You're all mine.” He snickers.
I swallow as tears threaten to fall, but I keep them back as hard as it is.
“Father,” I plead.
“It’s done, daughter. You now belong to Eric. He was willing to have you even though you are damaged goods and let another man fuck you like the slut you are.”
“I didn’t?—”
My father holds up his hands to stop me.
“I don’t want to hear it, Savannah. In two days you will wed and then Eric can do with you as he sees fit.” My father stands, sipping the last of his drink as if he’s bored with this conversation.
Eric wraps his hand around my throat.
His breath tickles my cheek as he leans in. “If you think what ole Jakey boy did to you was torture, he ain’t got nothing on me, sweetheart. I’m a real monster, and I expect you to do everything I say.” He licks the side of my face, and his tongue feels rough over my skin. I scrunch my eyes closed as I feel him rip my shirt.
“Mmhh. I like what I see, princess.” I feel his tongue glaze over my skin. As he makes his way down, he bites down on my nipple so hard I whimper in pain. It’s nothing like Jacob. Eric lifts me and I scream and kick as he carries me up the stairs.
Kicking the door to my room open, he then kicks it closed behind him.
“Time to take what’s mine,” he says, his hand gripping my throat as he throws me on the bed. He forces himself on top of me, his weight holding me in place, crushing me as I slap him hard across the face making him growl, then he slaps me back twice as hard and I grab my face as pain rips through me. My eyes blur a little from the impact, but I know that’s nothing to what he’s about to do. Then he rips my pants, pulls his zipper down, and slams into me before I can blink. I zone out as he rapes me and holds me down so I can’t move even an inch.
Coming to, my body feels used and not in a good way. My skin is marked with several bruises. Rushing to the bathroom, I empty the contents of my stomach.
I’m going to be forced to marry that man.
The mere thought that this will be my life day in, and day out until he kills me.
I miss Jacob, but I know he’s gone, he’s not coming back. I wish I had someone else I could turn to. Slowly standing to my feet, I lay down on my bed, curling into a ball as tears coat my cheeks. My father just sold me like I was an animal. He never loved me, he liked the idea of me, that's all.
That's the price you pay for being the daughter of a man like Pasquale Demetruis.
