CHAPTER 5

She was surprised and confused to hear what he said. 

 "She stared at him with fear all over her face. This can't happen. " He can't ruin my life.

 And she stared at him pleading while tears started rolling down from her eyes. 

But he just moves away from her and he picks up the file from the floor which was dropped by her when he slammed her on the desk. 

With that he left the room. Leaving her there alone with her misery. 

She tried to stand straight but fell on the floor due to piercing pain at her back. 

She touched her back and saw blood covering her whole hand, and she was just staring at her bloodied hand and was feeling numb. 

Suddenly someone came running into the room and a gasp left from that person's mouth. 

She felt someone kneeling down and touching her face to make her look at that person. 

And she saw the worried face of Monica. She didn't utter a word and looked at her with pity. Well what else can she do? She can't go against the monster. 

She helped her up and took her to his room. And luckily he wasn't there. 

She made her sit on the couch. Her back pain was unbearable. She could feel some liquid flowing down her lower back. 

Monica rushed out of the room and immediately came back with a first aid kit. 

She sat next to her and started cutting her shirt from the back from where she was bleeding. She gasped by the cold touch of scissors at her back. 

And she stopped immediately as if thinking that she hurt her. 

"Lock the door P-please." Maria pleaded.

She sighed but nodded and locked the door and cut the shirt so it could be removed. 

She gasped at her wound and said. 

"Your cut is very deep, it will take a few weeks to heal and it needs stitches. What did he hit you with?" She exclaimed, shocked. 

There was a lot of concern in her voice. But Maria kept quiet. 

After cleaning all the blood she told her to bear the pain because she was going to stitch her cut.

And she started when the first needle pierced into her skin. Maria screamed because it was so painful. They have no anesthesia around to give her to suppress the pain, each time the needle pierced her she screamed with pain. While clutching the mattress of the couch. 

And begging to stop or slow it down because of the pain.  

And finally she stopped and she breathed heavily. She applied some ointment on the wound. And on her arm also which she didn't notice had a bruise. 

"It's okay. You will be fine." Monica spoke. 

She gave her weak smile. And she just nodded. 

"How did you know how to stitch the cut?" 

She asked. 

She stared at her for a while as if she was thinking of an answer. 

"I often do it. It is one of my duties." Monica said.

She frowned. but nodded anyway. 

"Go freshen up. I'll be back." Monica told her.

With that she left the room. And with so much difficulty she went to the bathroom, and freshened up.

"I saw my reflection in the mirror and my eyes were red due to crying my pale face, arm with dark bruises. And I turned a little to see the wound and my eyes widened. It was at least 6 inches dark purple from the sides and lots of stitches were there. 

A small tear left my eye but I wiped it away.

I wore pajamas and a dress shirt without wearing a bra. 

After some time Monica came back with chicken soup. I didn't have any appetite. 

But she made me drink it, so I can eat painkillers. After having many pain killers. She was about to leave when I asked her. 

"Where is he?" I asked softly 

"He left, I don't know where. After he woke me up and sent me to the restricted floor to get you." Monica informed me. 

"Restricted?" I was confused. 

"No one is allowed to go there." Monica said. 

I didn't bother to ask why because I already got the little glimpse of what's in there. 

She gave me a weak smile and left. I stood up wincing and locked the door. 

I lay down on the bed on my front so my wound won't get hurt. 

I told myself that whatever happens I will not marry him. 

I'll do everything as he wanted but at the time of acceptance I will deny him, and he won't be able to do anything in front of the guests. 

With this little plain of mine I drifted into deep slumber. 

" She woke up by the knock on the door. And stop up immediately by wincing due to the pain. 

She heard Monica calling her through the door. She felt relief and she opened the door. 

"Hurry up girl. Today is your wedding. Go take a shower. The beautician will be here to make you ready. Go hurry up." She spoke hurriedly. 

She nodded and took a shower with much difficulty because of her wound and ate breakfast which Monica left for her on the couch. 

The beautician came and made me ready. When they were done she looked at herself in the mirror, and she looked gorgeous."

"I didn't do much makeup at all on a daily basis. But today in makeup I was looking stunning."

She asked one of the girls for a phone so that she can talk to her friend to ease out nervousness, and she gave her phone happily. 

So she excused herself and called her father as soon as he got her privacy. And her father picked up immediately.

"Hello." Her father's voice came.

"D-Dad." Her voice cracked. 

Her voice broke.

"Maria, where are you? Are you OK?" 

Her father asked. 

His voice was filled with concern. 

"Dad, help me. A guy kidnapped me, and he is forcefully marrying me today. Please trace this number and come to that location. Please save me Dad." She whispered. 

A knock on the door startled her. She immediately cut the call and gave the phone back to the girl. 

All the time she talked like whispering with her dad so they wouldn't have to hear what she's saying. 

Monica came in and complimented her on how beautiful she looked. She thanked her. And asked the beautician to attend her marriage ceremony they were hesitant at first but agreed. Because she told them if she cried, so she would be needing them to fix her makeup. 

She was happy now that her dad would locate her through the phone location because the girl was also attending the wedding. She would be free ( Her thought). 

The girl left me. I was feeling so pathetic. It could have been the best day only if the person whom I'm marrying loves me. 

But this monster hates me and I hate him for much fewer hours and I'll be free. 

When we reached the place. It was beautiful. I entered with Jess by my side. The beautician was standing near the stage and all the seats were empty with no guests. And I paled. Few boys in tux were standing near the stage. One was looking quite familiar. And all of them were handsome. 

The decoration was amazing. At the back was a beautiful lake. 

Then my eyes landed on him! He was looking at me with his intense stare up and down. He was wearing a tux. And looking like a handsome monster. 

Monica led me to the stage and made me stand in front of him. I kept my eyes down, not bothering to look him in the eyes. 

Inside my head I was desperately waiting for my father to come and save me.

The priest started and then asked me if she would accept Jason Brimsley as my husband. 

She kept quiet. 

The priest asked again, she still kept quiet. 

Jason roughly held her upper arm and pulled her towards himself. She winced in pain. He glared at her as if warning me to defy him.

A screeching sound of car came to her my ears and I looked him in the eyes and said 

"I don't accept him as my husband". She spoke.