Chapter 6

Sophia's voice shook with pain as she struggled to speak. "P-p-please," she stammered, "I'm in pain."

William laughed as he threw the bags on the bed and walked towards Sophia. 

"You think I care about your pain?" he spat. "You should have thought about that before disobeying me and going to Andrew's studio without my permission." 

He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him, causing her to wince in pain. "Now get dressed and stop wasting my time," he said.

Sophia cried out as he yanked her to her feet, the pain shooting through her body. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her in a tight grip, his fingers digging into her flesh.

But he didn't care, he only sneered at her, his eyes cold and hard. "You're mine now," he said. "And I'll do what I want with you."

Sophia collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. Her heart sank as she realized that there was no escape. 

She was trapped with a man who cared nothing for her pain or her suffering, a man who would use her for his own pleasure, no matter the cost.

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the bag, trying to open it with William standing in front of her, staring at her intently. 

With a trembling hand, she pulled out the dress from the bag, her eyes widening in shock and horror as she saw how revealing and open it was. 

It was a red dress, tight-fitting and cut so low that it barely covered her chest.

Sophia's face flushed with embarrassment as she held the dress up to her body, knowing that it left very little to the imagination. 

She could feel William's eyes on her, watching her every move, and she knew that he was enjoying her discomfort.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves, telling herself that she had no choice but to do what he wanted.

Slowly, she stepped into the dress, her fingers trembling as she tried to fasten the tiny buttons at the back 

As she struggled with the buttons, William's eyes never left her, and she could feel his gaze burning into her skin. 

Then she fumbled with the top button at the front, trying to cover her cleavages, but William interrupted.

"Leave it open, I love what I see."

She felt exposed and vulnerable, as if there was nothing left of her to keep private.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "B-but," she stammered.

William's face darkened, and he advanced toward her, his voice low and threatening. "I said leave it open," he growled. "I love what I see, and I won't take no for an answer."

She slowly released her grip on the fabric, letting the dress hang open and revealing her body.

Her hands shook as she lowered her gaze, feeling helpless and alone. She knew that there was no use in resisting, that William would get what he wanted no matter what.

With trembling fingers, she left the buttons on the top of the dress open, exposing her chest to his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes on her.

William smiled and approached her, running his hand down her exposed skin. She recoiled at his touch but remained still, not wanting to provoke him any further. 

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You look stunning, my dear. You're going to make everyone jealous tonight."

Sophia stood in front of him, breathing heavily.

"Cover up those marks with enough makeup," William ordered. "We don't want anyone to see what you made me do to you, do we?"

She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. Then nodded silently, feeling the weight of his command heavy on her shoulders.

She knew that she had to comply, that she had to do whatever it took to hide the bruises and marks that he had left on her body.

Her hand trembled as she applied the foundation to hide the bruises on her face. And William watched with amusement as she tried to cover up the evidence of his abuse.

"Good," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Now remember, if anyone asks what happened to you, you fell. And if anyone notices anything, you're in big trouble. Got it?"

Sophia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. 

"You look so beautiful," William said as he approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Just the way I like it."

She shuddered at his touch but didn't dare move. She knew that any wrong move could trigger William's anger again.

"You look spicy, just for me." William mouthed.

She felt disgusted and violated as William looked at her with his strong gaze, admiring her body. 

And then he spanked her on the ass, causing her to flinch and feel a wave of disgust and fear wash over her. 

She forced a smile and nodded, not daring to speak out against him.

"Let's go," William said as he led Sophia out of the room and down the stairs.

She tried to compose herself to walk, but the pains from William's abuse were unbearable. She limped and struggled to walk, but William held her tightly, not minding her discomfort.

Her heart sank as she realized that she was going to be paraded in front of his friends, just like a trophy. 

She prayed silently that no one would notice the bruises on her body, that she could just make it through the night without any more abuse.

They got to the car, and he opened the door for her to get in. She climbed into the car, and he closed the door and walked to the driver's side.

William drove to the club, the neon lights and pulsing music made Sophia's heart race. 

She had never been to a club before, and the thought of being in such a crowded and unfamiliar place with William made her nervous.

"What are we doing here, William?" Sophia asked, her voice shaking.

"Do not ask me questions," William said, his voice cold and authoritative. "We're here to celebrate our marriage."