Deal With The Devil - S01 E21

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Deal With The Devil - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

❝Dreading what is to come❞

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A scarlet red dress is inside the box. A beautiful dress. I pick it up out of the box and take a look at it. It hasn't shoulder neckline and the fabric is nice to hold into. The dress isn't that much but from what I've seen it's beautiful. I can't believe that he got me a dress. The man that owns me gave me something and something beautiful. I admit that it may not be my style yet the action of giving me something touches my heart in ways that I've never felt before. 92

I feel tears welcome themselves into my eyes as I remember the deal that we just made and the fact that he did not give this dress to me because he wanted to be nice and sweet to me. He gave this dress to me to complete the deal. I clench my fist and throw the dress back into the box and go into the room and lie down. The tears run down my cheek as I cry. Even when I thought he did something nice to me, I realize that he doesn't care. I should've known. 158

I go under the covers and just stay there crying my eyes out. My heart aching and a headache coming my way from all the crying. I've cried so much that my eyes and my head hurt so badly. I never wanted this, any of this and now I have a way out. I will do whatever it takes to get out of this marriage and have my life back. I had a boyfriend before and I had friends, yet I lost it all. I even lost my family and no one cares, not even the man that is supposed to be my husband. 35

I don't know for how long I stayed in the bed but my stomach begun cramping and bad memories from that night flash before my eyes and I stand up and walk to the kitchen. It's still light outside but I don't look at the time, don't care and don't want to. I open the fridge and take butter and ham and cheese out of it and put it on the counter. Setting one slice of bread into the toaster and wait for it to toast and when that happens I put on the butter and ham and then the cheese on top.

Putting the bread on a plate, I take the plate to the room and sit on the bed. I don't want to eat by the table because of the box that is still there and the dress that I will have to wear tonight is still in the same spot that I left it in. While I eat the bread I think about the dinner we will have tonight. I don't want to go to this dinner, especially not with him. I guess he will be trying to impress me or he will leave me alone for some other woman. 15

When I'm done with the bread I put the plate down on a nightstand near the bed and lean against the wall. My head is pounding and the loneliness here is killing me. I want to do something but the last time I got that idea it not end so well and I never want to repeat that again. I start thinking about how this all started and I can still remember each and every word my father spoke and what my mother did not say. I can still remember how they forced this upon me, and it's not like I will ever be able to forget it. 6

"As your duty to this family and legacy, you will marry Sebastian King and you will be a good obedient wife to him" My father's words ring in my mind. Obedient wife? I don't think I've succeeded in that part and I doubt I will ever become obedient to a man that buys his wives and takes everything from them. I can never obey a man that owns me. But, then again he does own me and I'm just his slave now.

And as I slave I must be obedient, even if I don't want it and even if I hate it and even if it breaks me apart. I must do it. As my father put it, it is my duty and I need to do this. With tears running down my face I go into the shower. A sob escapes from me as I turn on the shower. I undress myself through blurry eyes because of the tears in my eyes. I go into the shower. My tears get lost with the water for all eternity as they mix in with it. 39

Dressing myself into a bra and panties, I go then go into that dress. Is it bad to admire the dress on myself? It makes me look beautiful, however it does not change the fact that I don't feel beautiful on the inside, I feel dead, numb, empty, lost. I force myself to not cry anymore as I brush my hair and then curl it to make it look decent. I look at myself in the mirror and see that I don't look quite right yet. My eyes and my nose are red and puffy from all the crying that I've been doing.

I take up the make-up and hide all the evidence that I was ever crying. I put up a mask to hide how the sadness hangs over me like a dark cloud and never wishes to leave me alone. Once I'm done, I don't recognize myself anymore, then again I was slowly starting to lose who I was in the first place. I'm not Fawn Thorne anymore. I'm Fawn King. The wife (Slave) to Sebastian King and I will remain the obedient wife, even if it tears me apart. This is who I am now.