Chapter Four
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Kiera's POV
I begged, swore, cursed, whimpered, screamed, kicked, cried and finally gave in to the ruthless monster I married as a husband and without mercy or remorse; he took away the only thing I had left, my dignity as a woman.
He was monstrous, devoid of emotions and the slightest string of humanity in him. His words hurt me more than his actions itself and all I could think of was to end my miserable life.
‘Please.’ I had whispered in futility, hoping the pain would fade away.
After he was done filling his lustful desires, he sneered at me like a discarded piece of disgusting trash and I just laid there, motionless and unable to defend myself.
‘Slut!’ His words rang in my ears.
He stripped me of my virginity and threw lots for it, claiming I had it fixed. My identity as Kira would be the end of me. Kira on the other hand was now living my life, enjoying my Chasity and pure image while I'm stuck paying for her sins.
I reluctantly dragged myself off the bed after Daniel left, excruciatingly, I walked into yhr large bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water, as I laid in it, the pain came rushing back, from my abdomen to every other part of me. Closing my eyes was a nightmare as I only saw his face, grinning as he perpetrated his shameful act.
‘Does it ever end?’ I muttered rhetorically to myself, referring to the pain and torture I was going through.
I stepped out of the tub, trails of the water dripping as I stood before a huge mirror, I observed my bruises and heaved heavily, each one reminding me of how my wedding night would forever torment me.
My eyes were swollen and tear glands empty, I'd exhausted my energy on crying profusely; the only thing I'm good at save for art. The pain I felt gnawed at my heart, making it hard for me to respire.
I crashed to the ground, sobbing with difficulty, there was no more Kiera, my dreams, my life all washed down the drain, doomed to be tortured forever. Reluctantly, I picked myself up and cleaned up, by the time I got back into the room, the sheets were already changed and a tray of food was on the bed.
“The young master said to bring you food, he also instructed that you listen to this music and get ready by 8pm.” A petite girl wearing a maid dress related to me and without waiting for an answer, she turned around and left.
Without hesitation, I ate, because what use would it be if I starved myself to death? Even death wouldn't rid me of this pain, or maybe not.
‘ You're a piece of shit
No one cares if you go missing
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world will not be different
Cox you're just a waste of space
No one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy
You'll never be okay.’
These were the words I could make out of the song, I chuckled sadly and wept to myself. Nothing was now left of me as I felt only emptiness inside of me. I let my tears soak my food as I ate and slept off to the depressing music my husband chose to honor me with.
Half an hour later, I was awoken by the sickening feeling in my chest and drenched in my own sweat, I broke into tears, realizing that I've been scarred for life, I only re-lived the events of the previous day, the shame, the disgrace and trauma.
For the first time since I arrived, I realized I was in a room big enough to be a house on its own. After I decided to stop crying, I appreciated it's beauty and lavishly luxurious furnishings. It gave me the inspiration to paint, to express this beauty and only this lightened my mood.
‘Will he ever allow me to paint again?’
This was the question that popped into my mind, would the almighty Macalister let his w***e-ish wife live up to her dreams after he claimed he ruined hers? Of course not.
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“Miss, your ride is here.” The maid from earlier informed me.
I nodded my head and followed her, clad in the beautiful maroon color gown with a silt that stop just mid thigh, a low neckline showcasing a bit of flesh and a pearl necklace to beautify the combo. A silver Dior silletto, a black chanel purse to match with it.
Of course a stylist did all of this including my hairdo; the famous Catherine Bridgestone. Five minutes later, I sat comfortably in the limousine and it conveyed me to the destination, as ordered by the boss.
“Ma'am, the boss wants to speak to you.” One of the bodyguards assigned to me informed me, stretching his phone towards me.
I took it with trembling hands. “Hello.”
“Hi Mrs Macalister, hope you're feeling high because you'll meet a lot of your regular customers today, you have just one job; be my trophy wife. Don't dare to act smart or play games with me, for your own safety, please don't.” Daniel warned hoarsely then hung up.
Exhaling heavily, I prayed silently that I made no mistakes, I'd hate to go through another traumatic night. Few minutes later, the car pulled over.
“We're here ma'am.” One of the men announced.
The door was held open for me and the moment I stepped out, there were lights from all around, camera clicks and a dozen voices speaking all at once. I inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly, wearing a beautiful smile and praying silently that I do not fall down as I walked.
‘Miss, look here ma'am, can you tell us your name?’
‘You look beautiful, are you a supermodel?’
‘Please, say something!’
I caught ,from the corner of my eye, Daniel and Athena walking into the venue, arms interlocked while he didn't spare me a glance, Athena smirked at me, mouthing some words I couldn't recognize. It then dawned on me that I was to be alone all night.
My tongue cleaved to the roof of my tongue and I couldn't say a word as the paparazzi swarm around me like I was honey and they were bees, having never been to a red carpet event, I panicked but out of the blues, a firm arm grabbed my waist and twirled me into his arm.
Thinking it was no other person than Daniel, I melted into his arm.
“What the hell do you think you're doing? Get your filthy hands off my wife!” A loud voice thundered.
I turned around to see Daniel huffing in anger coming towards us with a ugly expression on his face and he wasn't happy.
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