From a nightmare, I woke up, on what would be a great day, finally my eighteenth birthday had arrived, but unfortunately, I would not be able to do what I planned because I was rudely taken out of my life.
I opened my eyes that Sunday morning and shook off the laziness from my body, with a movement I did every day before getting up.
In the past few days, I stayed in that room, where only the security guards and the staff responsible for my meals could enter. I hadn't done anything, it was boring days, even though Mercier had told me that I could enjoy the other areas of the mansion, something I obviously refused, because it would be pointless to explore the places of that mansion in the company of two armed security guards.
As I got up, I felt something moving beside me and quickly turned around, and there I was faced with that pale and feminine face, totally perfect, sculpted by angels. I was paralyzed by her beauty.
She was a beautiful woman with black, straight hair, a slender face, and tempting lips. My heart palpitated at her sleeping form and her beauty.
But who could she be and why was she sleeping in the same bed as me?
I soon realized that it was just the two of us in the room. Jones and the bearded security guard, whom I later learned was called James, they were not there, only the two of us.
I didn't move so as not to wake that goddess, but something compelled me and I ended up lightly touching her black strands of hair, which I immediately knew were soft and silky. I touched them for a few more seconds, until she moved again.
I quickly pulled my hand away.
She was the first woman I had seen after a week and I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't the only one kidnapped, but she was so different, she didn't seem to fit the profile of the kidnappers.
Armstrong was the mastermind and he kidnapped her just like he did to me, that son of a bitch!
I decided to get up and head to the hot and foamy bathtub. I was enjoying all the comfort of that room and especially the closet full of beautiful dresses and clothes, most of which were black. I wasn't going to stop taking care of myself just because I was kidnapped, I was only going to take advantage of all those beautiful things.
When I touched the cold, black floor, a warm hand pulled me forcefully by the arm and I was thrown onto the bed, where the beautiful woman's body was on top of mine.
I stopped breathing, my senses confused, my heart started pounding, and all I could do was to look deeply into those dark blue eyes that were analyzing me from above. Those eyes were so enticing, everything about that woman was enticing.
I couldn't move, but I wasn't trapped, I just froze.
The woman moved on top of me and affectionately touched my face, making me feel important, as if she had known me for a long time.
Her hand moved away and slowly, I followed the approach of her lips as they descended towards mine, and before she could touch me, I reacted and pushed her away with all the strength I had, causing her to back off.
She was truly beautiful, enticing and tempting, but she had no right to touch me, not like that.
I moved away from her and she crawled towards me, grabbing hold of my ankle and pressing it against the already completely messed up mattress.
"Let go!" I said, trying to pull my foot from her grip and she just watched me as I tried to escape from her.
My day was already starting to get complicated, that stranger was out of control. I would scream to get the attention of the security guards if she didn't stop crossing the line.
She let go of me and quickly tied her black hair into a bun, where I could now see her face fully and completely.
Suddenly, she came towards me and I kicked her, delivering blows as she fought against my legs, and it continued like that and to my annoyance, I was completely trapped by her strength.
She was sitting on top of my waist, holding my wrists tightly and painfully. I couldn't fight or struggle against her, she was stronger, more agile, and more everything.
She locked her gaze onto mine and I could see a weak smile at the corner of her mouth, while my breathing was erratic and hers not so much.
She blinked, blinked, and blinked...
"Happy birthday," she released my wrists, "wife!"
Wife? Hell no!
Furious, I managed to twist my hips and pushed her onto the bed, where she ended up falling and groaning. She groaned strangely, seemed to be in pain.
I got up and ran desperately to the door, trying to escape, but when I tried to open it, I knew it was locked. Why did it have to be locked on that day?
I pounded on the door and called for Jones, as well as for James. There was a sadistic pervert saying absurd things.
I gave up knocking when I heard her voice again, the woman who had declared me her wife...
"James and Jones are outside, chiquita, but..." I felt her approach, "but they've been ordered to stay there as long as Armstrong wants!"
Armstrong, that bastard who never showed up!
"Then..." that word invaded my hearing, as did the warm hand of that woman, which slightly invaded my panties, "now," she pressed me against the door and kissed my bare shoulder, which my sexy blue spaghetti strap nightgown couldn't cover, "whether you want to or not, you will be mine!"
Yours? I will never be yours!
Her hand quickly went between my legs, and when I felt her touch my pussy, I grabbed her hand. It was my day, and neither she nor anyone else would spoil it, not even that perverted goddess.
"If you let me consume our marriage..." she spoke against my shoulder and I began to tremble, my heart having confused and nervous sensations, everything colliding at once.
I couldn't be feeling that, not for her. I felt that the first time I made love to my ex-girlfriend, she was the only one until that moment who had touched me.
"I'll give you a birthday present!"
"I don't want anything that comes from you, you despicable sadist!"
"Insult me as much as you want, but know that it only excites me!"
"You're a fucking perverted bitch!"
"A foul mouth like yours, I've never found in my entire life. I'll have to clean it for you," and she kissed my shoulder again, trying to move the hand I wouldn't let go of, "what do you say, wife?"
"I'm not your wife and I never will be!"
"You are my wife!"
"Never... you fucking..."
She covered my mouth with her other hand, suppressing the words in my throat, as well as the air in my lungs aggressively.
"Don't you dare insult my mother, do you hear me... you fucking adulterer!"
"Adulterer?"
"Shut your mouth!" she said and turned me around, grabbing me slightly by the hand and pulling me onto the bed, where she dragged me after I fell clumsily onto the black floor.
She pulled me and then threw me onto the bed, leaving me completely frightened by her violent way of treating me.
She paced back and forth, appearing pensive, with her breathing faltering.
Suddenly, she stopped and touched her abdomen for a moment. After the touch, an expression of pain took over her serious face.
What could be troubling her at that moment?
She stopped and turned completely towards me, looking at me fully, making her gaze obsessive and fierce.
"From today on, you will be Armstrong's wife!"
"I won't be anyone's wife... You're insane!"
"I am Armstrong!... Megan Armstrong!"
What?
For a week, I had been thinking Armstrong was a man.
Megan Armstrong, who called me her wife, no, I would never be the wife of a violent woman.
"And now you're my wife!"
"And you are already my wife!"
"I am not your wife and I will never let you touch me."
"If you don't play your role as a wife, your beloved father... dies."
"What do you mean?" I asked angrily as I stood up, getting closer to confront her face to face.
Megan Armstrong stopped me inches away from her as she grabbed my neck tightly. She strangled me and pushed me onto the bed, where I fell with her on top of me.
"Your lips are irresistible," she said, blowing against my lips.
"Do not dare to touch me!"
"I can do whatever I want with you!"
"I will kill you... you bitch!"
Megan smirked ironically and let go of my neck, but she continued to be on top of me, enveloping me in the smell of her perfume.
"After I fuck you hard, you will completely change your thoughts about me," she said and slowly slid her hand into my panties. "Don't resist or... it will be worse!"
"Don't do this... please..." I pleaded, already scared and tears forming in my eyes.
"Don't make requests!" she yelled, and I felt her getting closer to doing what she desired so much.
"I beg you, Megan... please stop?" I swallowed hard. "Don't do this, please?!"
Megan stopped, looking at me deeply and backed away, leaving me with tears streaming down my face.
She walked towards the door and knocked twice with her knuckles. The door opened and I saw Jones handing her a paper, to which she nodded and closed the door.
Megan approached me, looking at the paper and then at me, and I sat more comfortably on the bed.
That paper was a mystery and terror to me because it could have something written on it that would compromise me entirely.
She sat in the armchair, placing the paper on the table, and opened the curtains a bit.
We stayed silent for a few seconds, she didn't look at me during those seconds, and neither did I look at her.
"Stella?" she called me with an incredibly calm and gentle voice, which frightened me, actually. Everything about her until that moment scared me.
I looked up and saw her eyes fixed on me.
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everything about you."
"Impossible!"
"Totally possible... or do you think I would marry someone without fully investigating their life?"
"I don't think anything because I don't know you."
"Then come here... I'll show you why you're here and why you're my wife."
"I am comfortable here."
"Come now!" she ordered rudely, and I trembled.
Megan Armstrong was powerful.
I got up and approached, ignoring my fear of going towards a completely strange woman.
"This is a document signed by Pedro D'Angelo," she said, pointing to the paper. "And it states that in exchange for the casino debts not being paid by the present date, you... Stella D'Angelo would be offered as the debt payment."
"Impossible..." I despaired. "My father would never do that... he loves me."
"He loves you so much that he sold you for a hundred thousand dollars."
"This is all a lie..." tears streamed down my face again. "This is all a lie."
I didn't have the capacity or the strength to believe, it was impossible, totally impossible.
"If you don't believe... read the document and see your dear father's signature."
I took the document and hesitated for a moment to read the words on the paper. But I gave up when I saw that it was indeed my father's signature.
Now everything made sense.
I had been the perfect bargaining chip. Mercier was right. I was condemned.
"And in this same document, there is an important highlight," I ignored her, even though I knew she would continue speaking. "You have been my wife since D'Angelo signed this document."
I tore the document angrily, feeling tears overflowing.
"I mean... the original copy of this document, but since you were only 17, I decided to wait until you were of legal age."
I turned around and threw the torn papers at her, but she didn't move.
"So that's why you called me an adulteress?"
"Yes. But from today onwards... you will be my wife, and no one else will touch you besides me," she said, getting up.
I stepped away to one side of the room and she grabbed me by the waist.
I struggled in her arms and she let me go after moaning, as if she had once again felt the same pain.
"We'll talk later... wife!" she said.
"Don't call me that... you wretch!"
"And you will quench my desire... whether you like it or not."
"I will never let you have what you desire!"
"We'll see about that!" she mocked, and after calling out for Jones, she left the room, clutching her abdomen.
Document, marriage, debt payment, exchange of currency. I was sold and bought, and now I was married to a complete stranger, to a woman, to Megan Armstrong.
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bunnie
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2024-02-11
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