I'm uncertain as to how this man unearthed so much about my fiance. He wasn't intimidating, yet the thought of him kissing me at the altar and touching me with his tainted hands turned my stomach.
I was aware there was something off about him, but never did I fathom the extent of it. He was tangled up with women of the night, paying for liaisons—not just with women, but also with men feigning to be women. Who knows what sickness that reprobate could be contracting.
His family so devout, yet their son so corrupt and degenerate. I couldn't return to those church zealots, nor could I surrender my body and virginity to one who held me captive against my will.
Running away wasn't an option, going back to my family to end up married to a degenerate was unthinkable, and being with this man was out of the question.
I doubted if three days would be enough to make a decision.
The first kiss from a stranger, the first touch, even just on my leg, from the same man—could I really entrust everything else to him? I'd rather sleep through it all, wake up after he's done with me, and find myself back in my apartment—but no alcoholic beverage was potent enough to dull my tormented consciousness.
Dinner arrived while I was in a state of abject fear and anxiety. His promise of touching me only with my consent wasn't something I could cling to. Trust was not something I could afford, not with acquaintances, certainly not with strangers.
"You have half an hour to eat, then you'll shower and wear this exactly as I gave you. Don’t do anything stupid," he warned me menacingly, ensuring I understood he meant business.
"Yes, sir."
The food looked appetizing, but my stomach refused fare. Nonetheless, I forced myself to eat most of the dinner to avoid irritating my captor.
I bathed in less than the allotted time, having finished eating and showering in under thirty minutes, so as not to risk him entering. I dried my hair as best as I could, focusing on covering my body first.
A peculiar set of black underwear and pajamas were what he'd given me. The lower part of the ensemble was uncomfortable, with something metallic that I wanted to remove, but given the explicit instructions from this madman, I couldn’t refuse to wear it.
At the appointed time, he entered the room and sat beside me on the bed. I edged away slightly for a semblance of comfort.
“Why me?” I asked.
“Why not you? You never noticed me, although I’ve been close to you more times than you can imagine. I tried to get your attention but you were always indifferent.”
“I never realized someone was there.”
“You weren't capable of looking beyond your own shoes. But none of that matters now because you're here.”
“Please, let me go.”
“That's not an option, but I won't pressure you yet to make a decision.”
I moved farther away when I realized he was closing in, but he forced me to stay put by clutching my shoulders and pressing his lips to mine. I placed my hands on his chest trying to push him away, which only seemed to amuse him more.
He took my hands and, with handcuffs that appeared from nowhere, he shackled me to the bed's headboard.
“What are you doing? Please, let me go.”
“I'm not going to hurt you, I only kissed you and you pushed me away. I had no other choice than to do this. Now let me kiss you and stay still because if you don't behave, I have other toys to play with.”
Our eyes met, I tried to break free, but I couldn't—at least this time, my hands weren’t injured.
“Please, take these off.”
“Now that you're like this, I've thought of a very fun game to make kissing me pleasurable for you.”
The look he gave me sent chills down my spine. Handcuffed on a boat in the middle of the sea, unable to swim and trapped with my stalker—what else could go wrong? I didn't want to find out if I didn't cooperate.
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