Deal With The Devil - S01 E75

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Deal With The Devil - S01 E75

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 75

❝A bride to be❞

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Sitting on the bed in boredom as William plans the wedding. Though there isn't much to plan as there won't be a grand wedding. I think he talked about getting booked space in the church and pay some priest to marry us and then we go back to this place. He doesn't want a honeymoon (neither do I, at least with him) which he does have in common with his brother as Sebastian and I never had a honeymoon and I'm sure he never wanted one in first place. Sighing I wait for William to bring the news when the wedding will take place.

The sooner this is over the sooner I can move on with my life and pretend that this did not happen. Though, in order to do that I have to leave this place. I am able to fit through the window, that I know but with the injury to my stomach it's impossible for me to get out of the window and I can't really be sure what will be waiting for me if I do escape through the window. I've seen where to go but I don't know what kind of security measures he has taken.

As if on cue the door opens and William walks inside the room with a smirk on his face. "It is your lucky day. The priest is able to take us in an hour. Now, I will send someone to get you ready" He says to me and as soon as those words have left his mouth I start to panic. An hour? I'm going to marry him in an hour and in two I will be his wife and there will be nothing that I can do about it and nothing that I can say. 6

If I deny this then he will hurt my siblings, I can't allow him to hurt them. They're just children and I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Before I could even speak but not that I was going to William leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving me in shock as I can't even believe what he said to me. I can't even stay in shock because the door opens and a woman walks inside. "Stand up, child" She says to me but I shake my head. "I can't stand" I tell her.

It is true. I did try to stand yesterday but it hurt so much and my legs were burning with pain so I sat back down again. I can tell that the woman grows angry at that. "Undress!" She orders me before she goes into the bathroom and I gulp as I start to take off the clothes that I have which aren't that much since I've been wearing them for a week. But I was not fast enough as she comes back holding a wet towel in her hand and she grows even more angry.

She throws the towel on the bed and comes over to me. Ripping the pajamas that I'm still wearing and my underwear she throws it on the floor and then she takes the towel and harshly washes my body. I bite my own tongue to keep myself from wincing as she is scrubbing my body so hard to the point where my skin has turned pink from the rough force that she uses. Why is she so angry at me? I'm the one that is miserable here but I can't allow myself to cry. Over the past week I've learned that William hates tears.

He once heard me crying one night and he yelled at me and almost threw a glass at me, well he was aiming at me but he was quite drunk at the time and the glass shattered against the wall beside my head and that frightened me so much that I've not shed a tear since. When the woman has cleaned my body and I'm sure she had the intention of skinning me alive, she goes out of the room and comes back with a single white dress. It's not much, a summer dress with a white and silver bow on one of the shoulder. 8

She helps me get into the dress and then when I'm in it, she goes out of the room once again without saying a word but then again I'm not sure I would be able to hear it if she were to speak at all since I'm in so much shock right about now. She doesn't return again for a couple of minutes until the door opens and she walks inside with a wheelchair. Without speaking she almost literally throws me into the chair and then starts driving me out of the room. 12

The woman hands me a hairbrush and I realize that she wants me to brush my hair but I'm just glad that she isn't the one doing it because I'm sure that she would literally brush away all the hairs on my head and it would be so painful. She wheels me through dark hallways which scare me as I am brushing my hair to the point where there are no tangles in my hair. I don't really pay attention where we are going as I sit in the wheelchair, it does hurt my stomach a bit but I bite through the pain.

Ignoring it is the best thing. Suddenly we go through doors and then the chilly air bites me pretty hard as I'm not wearing that much. Shivering she wheels me down a path that has been cleared of all the snow and then into a car where she lifts me into and then slams the door. I put on the seatbelt but then the car starts and I feel like my life is about to end because I'm going to marry someone I don't know... again but this time it's so much worse.