Fae Nuptials: The Witch

Chrys: Chapter Six

Trigger warning: This chapter contains graphic scenes of abuse and r*pe. Be warned.

Chrys

My bottom lip quivered. I stared at his face, wondering if this was some sort of joke. I could see the way his face had changed from the beautiful, charismatic, charming man who touched me with care at our reception, to something sinister.

But I still wanted to believe that this was a lie. That he wasn't being cruel to me right now and it was all some joke he concocted.

I wrapped my arms around my exposed chest and took a shaky breath. "I...I'm not ready for this, Jacob. I don't want to."

He smiles and the cruel way his eyes turn into blue ice sends shivers down my spine. "Little Flower, you are mine to do with what I please. And I have a contract to uphold."

I shake my head slowly and think of everything. Not just tonight. I think of my mother and how I found her lying on the bathroom floor with her eyes wide open, and blood pooling beneath her wrists. I think of the cruel way my father and my brothers have treated me since and the way all of the Fae men acted around me. I was stepped on and abused and I couldn't believe it was still happening.

I didn't want to think that this was real because I thought I was free from it all. I thought that I finally got out.

All of those thoughts swirled through my head as I backed away from Jacob, shaking my head. "No." My voice shook but I could hear the conviction in my tone. I was not going to continue to be abused.

His eyes harden to sharp, blue diamonds. His smile widens and he barks out a laugh. "Sh*t, you're serious." He laughs harder and nods. "This is going to be so much fun."

He lunges at me and I scream, darting away from him as fast as I can. It's not fast at all. My dress is constricting my movement and barely gets me away from his reaching hands.

I run towards the hotel door. There's no way I'm going to stay here with him. I can go to Laurel. I can make them reverse this marriage and take me back to my father. I don't care if he gets angry and slaps me around. I can handle that.

I don't make it even close to the bedroom door before the air is knocked from my lungs as he tackles me to the ground. I continue to scream and start clawing at the carpet. He laughs the entire time as he presses his hard body against me, pulling at my dress from behind.

My nails break with my struggle but I don't even feel the pain. I just want to get away.

When I feel his weight lessen, I scrabble a few inches before I feel him tug at one of my legs. My throat burns with the constant screams, but someone is bound to hear me and come for me. Someone is bound to come help, right?

He drags me by my leg back and I kick my feet and land a few blows on him.

"I like them feisty, little flower. I'm so happy you're not making this easy. I thought you were going to be a bore." He chuckles as he lets my ankle go. I scrabble to my feet, not noticing that I needed of my heels is broken until I tumble on my way back to the door.

I hear him mumble something as I get to the door and grab for the knob. I made it. I sob with relief as I turn the knob, but it turns into a panicked cry when it doesn't open.

I jiggle the knob and bang and kick at the door. I turn and see him walk to me slowly. A small smile forms on his lips as I realize I'm trapped. I don't know what he did, but he's a witch. He can do magic with his words.

"Are you done playing around so we can get to the good stuff?"

I sob and shake my head. My heart is racing a million miles a second. I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know what he intends for me. I know it's not good. Now that we're alone and his mask is off, I can feel the malice come from him in waves.

"No? Do you want to keep playing cat and mouse? I like the game. It's quite fun. Do you want me to count to ten to give you a chance to run around? You won't get very far. I've warded the room to keep us both in until morning."

My stomach sinks and I ball my fists. I know he's older. I know he's a witch. But...I'm a Fae. I have powers too.

I swallow hard and raise my hands. I'm best with Earth magic, so I call forth vines. They appear from the carpet and quickly trap his wrists on either side. I anchor them deep into the carpet and glare at him.

"I'm not a mouse," I whisper to him.

He looks down at my vines, amused. "Kinky little flower." He murmurs something and the vines wither, falling to the carpet pathetically. My eyes widen as I stare at my vines and then back up at him.

"Stupid mouse forgot she was playing with a cat." He says as he saunters closer to me, unbuckling his pants.

I raise my hands again but before I can conjure the fire I was thinking of lobbing at him, he grabs me and crushes my wrists in one hand between our chests The other comes up and grips my chin roughly.

"This has been fun, little flower, but I'm an old man. I tire easily and I want to go to bed soon. Let's get this done with."

Without another word, he tosses me back to the bed. I scream, a pathetic, hoarse scream, and try to get away from the bed. But he's on me, tearing my dress from my body, his hands hard everywhere he touches.

I try to wriggle away from him but he's not letting me go. He turns me onto my stomach, now completely naked thanks to him. I jerk in his hold, calling forth my fire and trying to burn him despite being held down.

He laughs and grunts when I get him, but he never loosens his hold. He presses a hand on the back of my neck, pushing the side of my face against the bed hard. I hear the buckle of his belt and the zip of his zipper.

I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks. I'm exposed. I am aware of this. I feel a hand go in between my legs and I kick as much as I can. I cry when he touches me and he chuckles. It's a foreign feeling and it doesn't feel right.

I wriggle and try to buck his hold, but he's strong. I feel him move behind me and then something push up against my private area.

I squeeze my eyes shut and scream when the most excruciating feeling erupts down below. I feel him inside of me and it hurts so bad. I sob and grit my teeth against the pain as he begins moving harder, holding my hip, pushing my face harder with every thrust into the bed.

I don't know when it ends. I just feel the pain and defeat drag me to a place deep inside of me, ignoring the grunting and the murmured praises he gives me as he plunders my body.

When he's done, he leans over my body and kisses my shoulder near my face gently.

"You bleed so prettily. Did I tell you that my favorite color is red?"

He climbs off of the bed, blood covering his intimate area, a serene smile on his face. I don't even feel shame as I lay on my stomach, completely naked. I just feel numb. I feel the pain he's inflicted on me, but my brain feels like it's been switched off.

He stares at me, at my area, for a long time, his thing growing as he does. He shakes his head as he smiles. "You look f*cking gorgeous. I'm a lucky guy."

I close my eyes and begin crying softly. I ache everywhere but I don't even know what to do. When he climbs back over me, I start to shake my head and he chuckles and presses his lips to my cheek.

"You're so pretty when you cry, did you know that? It's making me hard, watching you like this. Can you feel it, little flower?" He pushes against me from behind and I sob as I feel his disgusting boy part move against my v****a.

I have to stop crying. But I know I won't.

He invades my body two more times that's night, each time hurting more than the other. He bit me all over my shoulders, drawing blood with each bite and by the time he was finally asleep, I was sure I was going to die. The pain came and I felt everything. I tried not to think of what he did to me but it was all i could think about. He hurt me more than I've ever been hurt. He did things to my body that made me feel disgusted with myself. I could feel his touch on my skin like crawling ants, even when he was no longer touching me. I didn't want to fall asleep. I wasn't even sure I could. But sometime in the middle of the night, after some effort, I managed it.

When morning came, I was shocked and horrified that I made it through the night. I had hoped that he had inflicted enough pain on my body that I would simply just go. I wished it. My body hurt more than I had ever hurt before. Blood covered the sheets we slept in and disgust filled me at the sight of it all and the sleeping male next to me.

Despite feeling like I had been run over by a train, I laid my hands on the bastard's face and called forth my fire.

I screamed as I willed my powers to burn him. I felt a rage so deep come forth but...nothing happened. He smiled, dimples dawning his cheeks as he opened his cobalt eyes.

I dug my fingers into his cheeks, needing to hurt him as badly as he hurt me. But nothing was happening. He yawned and lazily swatted at my hands before shoving me away roughly.

"You think I'm stupid, little flower?" He sat up and stared at me as I gathered the blood stained sheets up to my chest and stared at my hands.

"What did you do to me?"

He chuckles and reached for me. I flinched away but he still touched my arm and pinched the skin right under one of the bangles I wore for the wedding.

But as I stare at the bangles, I notice one that wasn't there the night before. I stare at the bluish light coming from the magicuff on my wrist and then look at the other on my other side.

Dread fills me as I realize what he's done and I choke out a gasp.

He laughs and sighs contentedly. "You showed me last night that I wouldn't be able to trust you, little flower. I waited until you fell asleep and ensured that you wouldn't be able to use your little mousy powers on me."

I stared at the magicuffs on my arms and knew in that moment that I would never get away. I was stuck, powerless and helpless with this monstrous male. I turned quickly and vomited all over the carpet beside my bed. It was the least of the mess that was made in this room. This horrible room of horrors. I sobbed and began shaking my head. I wanted to go home. Anything would be better than this. My fairytale had turned into a nightmare and I feel like I should have known better. Nothing good ever happened to me, why would this?

"Let's pack up. Our honeymoon is in Hawaii. We don't want to miss our flight."