Chapter Ten

Olivia

"If you think I'm going to sleep on the same bed with you, you're wrong!" I yelled after the devil left the room.

Obviously he was the devil!What kind of a man will chose to marry a woman with no feeling or knowing her !Only a devil can and that room was his personal hell .Actually his entire house was hell in my opinion.. But if he thought I would share a room with him, he was wrong. Damn wrong! There wasn't even a damn sofa in that room, only the huge bed. The colors were black as expected, like his dark soul.

I quickly unzipped my suitcase to remove the dress that was suffocating my life.Having it on only remind me of the pain that I’ve inflicted on myself. My first thought was to rip it apart or burn it on his bed. Another thought was to lay it on the floor as a bed but it was not comfortable.

Wait! Why am I using my clothes when he should be the one to provide a bed for his wife? That's why I used the jackets he had in his dresser. They were huge and soft, probably worth a lot of money. After changing into more comfortable clothes I lay on the floor on my self-made bed of jackets. My eyelids were heavy and I didn't even notice that I was removed from my spot.

First I felt a scent, like I was smelling the ocean. What was I doing in the ocean? Then I felt a softness under my body. Then I felt someone caressing my face. The soft-touch was making me moan.

I stood for a moment with my eyes closed until I realized I was not in my room. I got married and I was in the room of the devil itself. I opened my eyes, widening my eyes in horror when I saw how close he was sitting next to me on the bed and touching my face.

"What the hell? Why am I on the bed? Did you bring me here?" I crawled on my back on the bed trying to get away from his touch.

"Do you think I would let anyone else touch my wife? " He raised his eyebrow before pulling me towards him by my ankle.

With the other hand, he held me by the back of my neck to stop me from moving my head away from me.

"Let go of me!”I exclaimed through my teeth like an angry puppy showing its teeth.

"Or what?" He smirked looking at me in the eyes.

"You already tried to use the knife and the gun. What other weapon will you use on me " He had that victorious smirk, like he had won the battle.

Then slowly he leaned down, his face closer to my face. He moved his head bringing his lips next to mine slowly while my heart was exploding in my chest. Part of me wanted his lips on mine again, but my mind was screaming out loud that he was a sick maniac. He had probably in mind to rape me, after all, he was a bad man. As soon as he kissed me I bit his lower lip and he pushed me, I fell on my back on the bed.

"My teeth." I wiped my lips with the back of my hand while the sick bastard licked the blood on his lips.

"What?!" He wasn't understanding but was pissed off by what I did.

"You asked me what other weapon I'll use. I'll use my teeth, my nails, I'll use everything I can to keep you away from me! To stop you from touching me! “

I raised my voice again crawling farther away from him even though he was standing on his feet. Silence. Only the noise of the drawer next to the bed was open and he took something from there before he came towards me like a predator. First, he walked slowly around the bed while I tried to escape from whatever he was thinking of doing to me. He grabbed my wrist and brought it closer to the bed's head. I didn't realize what happened until I felt something cold around my wrist and felt the noise that the handcuffs made. I widened my eyes in horror.

"What are you doing?! You are a sick man! Who keeps handcuffs in his drawer except for you? You are a selfish..."

 I tried to hit him with my free hand and legs but he kept my other hand pinned to the bed and gave me a peck on the lips quickly.

"I'll see you later. Sleep tight dear wifey. " He winked at me before leaving me there pinned to the bed.

"I hate you! I hate you!" I screamed and kicked on the bed with my legs after he left the room.