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"I've been waiting for you. I knew you would come." He whispers into my ear. "You're mine and only mine, solnyshko. Remember that. You are mine. You belong to me. I will come for you."
I open my eyes and see Salvatore standing above me. He is smiling down at me. He runs his fingers through my hair.
"Oh, Rose, I am so happy to see you. We are getting married today. You are finally going to be my wife."
He leans down and kisses me. I try to turn my face away from his, but he holds me from moving as he forces his tongue into my mouth. He keeps kissing me and when he pulls away, he looks so excited. He truly is a sociopath.
"I love you. I am so happy that we are getting married today."
I sob as I stare up at him. He kisses me again. This monster has no idea what love is. Only pain. My pain. What he does to me isn't love. It's torture and abuse.
"Don't cry, baby. You will be my wife. I can't wait to make you mine. I will take over for your father and we will have many, many children together. I will care for you for the rest of our lives."
Is he fucking high?
"There is something wrong with you, Salvatore."
He slaps me across the face and then kisses me. I can feel the blood running down my chin from my split lip.
"I can't wait to fuck you as my wife. You will be my wife and I will own you. I will take you whenever and however I want. I have so many fun things planned for our honeymoon. You will have so much fun. You will be ready to submit to me by the time it is over."
A stab of fear runs through me. I know his version of fun and my version is different. He is sick and twisted.
"Never," I mumble.
He slaps me again. "You will love me, you’ll see." He kisses me again and I bite his lip. He pulls back and puts his hand on his lip, smiling. "You are mine and you will love me. I will make sure of it. You will forget about that Russian scum."
I don't have a response to that. I know it’s completely false. There is no way in hell I will ever have any feelings for him other than hate and disdain. I long to see him suffer. My only dying wish at the moment is to see him suffer in ways I can only dream about because I know if I get the chance, it will be swift so that I can escape.
"Come on," he says, grabbing my arms and pulling me up out of bed. "We need to get you ready for the wedding."
I wince in pain as he pulls me to my feet. I can barely walk. He drags me across the room and forces me into the shower. He turns on the water and pulls off my clothes. I am still sore from his last attack, but he doesn't seem to care. When I look at my body, all I see are bruises and welts covering every available inch of skin.
"What do you think you are doing?"
He punches me in the stomach and then shoves me onto the floor.
"I am going to clean you. I can't have my bride looking like a mess."
I don't fight back as he forces me up and sits me on the bench seat. He washes my hair with care I didn’t even know he possessed. I hate being this vulnerable to him. I’m just waiting for the mood shift, for him to become violet with me again. I wish I could stand on my own two feet; I wish I could protect myself; I wish I could protect everyone else. But I’m weak, I’m nothing.
"You are lucky I have decided to marry you, Rose. You have no idea how lucky. It's all due to me, of course. I decided that I wanted you. You could have gone to one of those old fat bastards, but I spared you from them."
I look up at him.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, trying to be as docile as I can. I just can’t take another beating right now.
He starts rubbing the shampoo in my hair.
"You were supposed to marry Aldo. But I changed my mind and decided that I wanted you for myself. So I bought you and now I am going to take care of you. I am going to be your husband and you will be my doting wife. We will have children and a beautiful house. Everyone will be jealous of us."
This man is sick. Is he serious? How could he do that to me? He has ruined my life. He has taken me away from everything I have ever known. He has destroyed me.
His actions have left me feeling physically drained, as if every ounce of energy has been sucked out of me. The heaviness in my chest feels suffocating, making it difficult to breathe. Each heartbeat echoes the pain I feel.
The sadness that engulfs me is like a heavy fog, clouding my vision and dampening my spirit. I think I would have rather been forced to marry Aldo.
"I hate you," I say quietly. "I will never forgive you for what you have done to me."
