Fae Nuptials: The Witch

Chrys Chapter Eight

Chrys

Nothing happened the entire five days we were on our honeymoon. I mean, yes, we attempted to surf and we laid out by the beach and got a couple massage and did a shark dive.

But nothing sinister. He didn't even attempt to touch me in any s****l way the entire time. The only time he touched me was to hold my hand and an arm around me when we slept, but that's it. And it was the most confused I felt in my life. I expected it, but it never came. I had fun, but I was wary the entire time. He kept his happy, charismatic mask on the entire time and it was unsettling.

On our last evening, we went out to a bar. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and a straw hat. Despite looking like a complete tourist, the women drooled.

My suitcase had been packed by the Fae and held items I had never even thought of wearing out in public. I had bikinis that didn't even cover my entire backside and tops that were just teeny tiny triangles over my breasts.

Every single one of my outfits was revealing in some sort of fashion and while I was uncomfortable wearing them, Jacob approved of them wholeheartedly. Every time we would get dressed to go somewhere he would sit on the bed and stare at me the entire time.

Shadows would form in his eyes at my nakedness but he refused to let me dress in the bathroom. That was uncomfortable as well. I never used to be as naked in front of anyone back home. I was always a private person. But Jacob insisted on me being half naked all the time.

He complimented my body daily and it scared me a little that he might want to take advantage of me again. I wasn't sure what his motives were. I was sure he was trying to be on his best behavior since we weren't home, but it only made me nervous since it was almost time to go home.

So I wore a summer dress that barely covered my ass and a cute little hat to go with it that Jacob bought from a*****e along with his. The bartender was cute. He had the darker skin of the people native to the island and pretty, bright teeth. His hair was dark and long, pulled back into a bun on the back of his neck, and when he would serve me, his almond-brown eyes glittered as he looked me over.

I had to admit, I kind of liked the attention. I liked the way he smiled at me, full of warmth, and the way his fingers would brush up against mine when he would take my drink. He spoke to us, telling us stories of the island and his family. He would pour our drinks lean across the counter and talk to us when he wasn't busy.

Jacob would walk off now and then to talk to other guests and I'd be left alone at the bar. On one of those times, the bartender looked at me and just stared. "You're one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. Your husband is a lucky man."

The feelings I got from his compliment made my eyes tear up and I thanked him, blushing the entire time. My stomach filled with butterflies and I couldn't stop looking at him either. I couldn't help but think of what my life would have been like if I had been able to choose whomever I wanted to be with.

I wasn't saying I would have chosen the bartender after meeting him just one night, but I liked the way he spoke of his family and his friends. I liked the simple life he seemed to be living and wanted that for myself.

When the night ended and Jacob helped me back to our room, he left again, telling me he would be back soon. I undressed and got into one of his t-shirts since the rest of my night clothes were all very revealing and laid in bed.

I wasn't worried about him being away. I didn't even worry that he left and could be with one of the countless women who had drooled over him even with me on his arm. I just didn't want to be the receiver of his dark attention.

I was asleep when he came in later that night. I felt him climb into bed with me and drape an arm around my torso like he did every night. His breath was hot on the nape of my neck and stank of alcohol.

"Little Flower," he whispered against my neck. "Wake up. I got you a gift."

Maybe it was intuition or just because my husband had shown me what a monster he was the night we got married, but my stomach was knotted with dread as I turned around.

He smiled at me as he held a small box, the size of a fist, out for me to take. I sit up slowly and rub the sleep out of my eyes before I take the box. It's got a little bit of weight to it. I frown. I know the gift shops close earlier than when we got in. But I take the lid off of the box and frown.

There's a brownish liquid substance on the white paper covering whatever it is he got me. I gingerly lift the paper and feel my heart thud harder in my chest.

I look down at the 'gift' in horror drop the box onto the sheets in between us and look up at Jacob.

"What did you do?"

He smiles and reaches out to caress my face. I notice then that his fingers are caked in brownish red and I recoil and scoot away from him.

His smile widens and with the light of the moon shining through the sliding door of the hotel room, I can see the darkness of his eyes.

"You were salivating over the bartender's c*ck all night, I figured I'd gift it to you before we left."

Bile rises in my throat and tears sting my eyes as I stare at the box. I shake my head and topple from the edge of the bed. I land hard on my back on the cushy carpet and stare up at the ceiling as Jacob starts laughing maniacally on the bed.

"He begged beautifully, my flower, for his c*ck. He cried and begged me not to take it from him but I told him, I told him that my wife wanted it. I saw the way you looked at him, Flower. So I knew, I knew I had to get it for you."

He peers over the edge of the bed as he laughs and dangles a mutilated member in front of him. I sob and turn onto my side as I retch. Vomit projectiles out of me as he continues to laugh.

"He told me he was sorry for looking at you and I told him he was fine. It wasn't his fault. You're gorgeous. But I just couldn't handle the way you looked at him, Flower. I have tried to give you my c*ck and you want nothing to do with it. But you looked at him like you needed it. If not mine, why not his, right?"

I stared at the upchuck on the floor next to me and shook my head. "I didn't want him." I lie to him quietly.

He scoffs and I watch out of the corner of my eye as he slides out of the bed next to me and my puddle of sick.

He lifts my chin and his eyes are hard and angry. "Don't lie to me, Flower. I will tolerate anything but that. You wanted him. I got it for you. I am doing whatever I can to make you happy. So tell me the truth. That's all I ask."

I take a shaky breath. "Did you kill him?" I thought of all the stories he told me of his sisters and mother and looked into my husband's eyes, furious and scared all at once.

"Not intentionally. He was supposed to live after I took his c*ck, to remember not to be staring at married women. But...I don't think he liked the cauterization part of it all. His heart stopped. So...it took me a bit to get rid of his body. Which is why I was gone for so long. Not my intentions, my love, I'm sorry for the wait. I just needed to make sure no one ever found him again."

I squeeze my eyes shut and sob. I shake my head and try my hardest not to think about how much of this is my fault. I should have known better. Jacob wasn't acting angry or anything at the bar, but I should have known not to play with fire. He was crazy, I knew that without a doubt now. I had to play things his way.

"It's okay," I whisper. "I'm not mad. I...can you take the gift away please? I don't think I want it anymore."

I feel his eyes on my face before I feel his lips pressed against my cheek. "Because you realized you want mine instead?"

I swallow hard and grit my teeth. "Yes." I nod and feel my entire body quake. My stomach knots tighter and it's all I can do to not vomit some more.

He turns my face and I feel his lips on mine. When his tongue pushes for entrance, I feel the bile rise. But I swallow it back and let him kiss me. He pulls away with a grin and stands up. He grabs the box and goes to the bathroom. I watch as he flushes the mutilated p*nis down the toilet and then burns the box with a snap of his fingers.

He then cleans up the mess I made on the floor with another snap of his fingers, then picks me up in his arms.

He lays me in bed and slowly strips me of his shirt and my underwear. I'm shaking and inside I am screaming. I don't want him. I don't. But I feel like I have no choice. I pissed him off by looking at another male today and if I don't comply, I'm sure it would be worse anyway.

I don't like looking at his face. I realize that immediately as he begins kissing my neck and my chest. I prefer if I didnt have to look at his face, the face of a cold-hearted murder, as he takes everything from me that I have ever held dear.

So I gently push his face away from my chest, wincing at the ache in my n*pple from where he had been biting on it and take a deep breath.

"I-I prefer it like this." I turn slowly and get on all fours. I hear him chuckle and feel a hard smack on my left ass cheek.

"Good Little Flower," He coos as I feel him move his mouth over my shoulder blades and back. "Such a good girl."

I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel him notch himself at my entrance and clutch onto the sheets. I cry out in pain as he slams into me, and lower my head so he can't see the tears. I pray inside of my head for the Gods to hear me and end my misery. I pray for them to punish him and protect everyone from his wrath. And I pray for every single person that has ever encountered this dark, horrible side of him. I also wonder if any are still alive. And I wonder how long he will play with me before I don't amuse him any longer.

When he finishes and holds me to his chest, I think of Laurel and the Fae who have done this to me and pray that they also get what they deserve. And I pray that before they take me away, I get to witness thier downfall.