My Perfect Bride

CHAPTER 2

After Ethan left the room. Not once Rachel closed her eyes, the feeling that you are living with the devil himself was keeping her awake. She has never seen Ethan this furious, she knew that he liked to keep his feelings reserve, and she always believed that he was almost incapable of hurting a fly, but she mentally shook her head at how wrong she was.

But now she cannot waste her time thinking how unfair life is, she needed to escape before Ethan comes back, but before she can think of anything the door flew open.

She didn't even that realize it had been two hours since Ethan left the room, she was so preoccupied in her thoughts. His pace was so slow, as if he was a predator who was just about to attack his prey, and he didn't break eye contact with her once, his eyes were saying so much and Rachel knew she was going to regret her decision once he was finished with her. Ethan was wearing a button up white shirt and black jeans, his glorious physique had the power to make any girl drool, but his magic wasn't working on Rachel today. She was used to this having a hot boyfriend for such a long time but what she wasn't used to was overpowering him.

Rachel's both hands and legs were tied to the bed, she started to shake her arms and legs vigorously even more once she saw Ethan getting closer to her and he also saw the blood on her wrists which meant she was trying to break free, but it was an attempt in vain since the ropes were too tight.

"It really breaks my heart you know, to see you struggle so hard for something you can't even achieve. I mean, I get that you want to be free and escape this hell." Ethan slowly ran his fingers on her right leg making her shiver but stopped suddenly once he reached her thighs "But don't hurt your beautiful body for that." He dug his nails vengefully in her thigh "only I am allowed to do that."

Rachel tried her best to hold back the tears, she didn't want to have him the satisfaction of her pain. But after trying so hard she failed and let out a whimper of cry "Please don't do this." Ethan smirked and finally let go of her thigh but continued to show his victory smile at her.

He jumped on the bed with her, tackling her, having both his legs around her waist. Rachel lost her voice for a few seconds, she wasn't expecting that at all, and then his hands started moving freely around her upper body admiring her curves. Rachel flinched but due to his heavy weight upon on her she found herself trapped under his body.

Rachel thought this was it 'this was the moment when he will force himself onto me'. She saw a moment of weakness in his eyes, a moment of lust because before marriage they both made a pact of abstinence for a month to make their wedding night special.

But before Rachel can think of more dirty things that he can do to her; Ethan removes his one hand from her waist but only to take something out from his back pocket. Rachel tried her best to not show the curiosity filled in her eyes, but as soon she sees what's in his hand the curiosity is soon replaced by fear and she finds herself screaming for help.

There were scissors in his hand.

Annoyed by her wife's loud screams Ethan raised his hand and struck her on her left cheek which turned red instantly, baffled by his action Rachel found herself crying soon after. Since this was the first time she has been hit, to this day nobody has even laid a finger on her, not even her parents, and soon after she found herself fuming with anger, Rachel raised her head and crashed it with his. Ethan was a little taken back, he lost his balance and almost fell off the bed, but he soon recovered and found himself pulling her hair while placing his one hand on her mouth, his face was merely inches away from her, his breath was ragged and heavy, and soon the whole room suddenly went extremely quiet, Rachel saw a flicker of mixed emotions in his eyes but soon that emotion disappeared and his eyes were filled with cruelty once again. He leaned in even closer to her and said,

"Go Ahead make your move, I dare you." his eyes were challenging and Rachel thought this might not be the best time to retaliate, Ethan took her silence as a gesture to continue "let's get one thing clear, I am not going to cut you with scissors with me being on top of you, this right here" he waved the scissors in front of her "is to cut the dress, the one you are in right now. You don't want to stay in this wedding dress, do you? Because you know how turned on I get by this extraordinary view." he said the last part in such a seductive way that Rachel soon found herself crossing her legs, this man was going to be the end of her, although her body protested but her mind became the voice of reason and she shook her head ever so lightly to answer Ethan's question.

Ethan gave her an approval nod and removed his hand from her mouth but his face was still so close to hers that it became difficult for Rachel to manage breathing and also making sure that his lips doesn't touches hers, he stayed in that position for quite a few seconds before rising up a little "good now if you will please let me do the honors. Don't move." he positioned the scissors around her chest.

"Please don't...I mean I can do it myself. Please I beg you, let me have some pride. I promise I would behave" this was Rachel's only chance to be free. And by the look on Ethan's face she can tell she almost had him. "Please I promise I won't do anything stupid"

Ethan ran his fingers in his messy dark blonde hair and started stroking his chin with his fingers as if he was in a deep thought.

"Fine!! If you want your pride so much. You can get changed yourself; your bag is in the closet. I will give you exactly 4 minutes. Is that clear?"

Rachel nodded to his every request. Ethan finally got off her bride's small figure and then he untied her hands, and then he proceeded to her legs. Rachel was having a hard time figuring him out his body language and his eyes were suddenly so dark, his hands took their sweet time in untying the rope around her legs, the warmth from his hands send tingling sensations to her spine but she tried her best to keep a straight face in that awkward situation. As soon as he was done, he left the room in such a hurry that it almost worried her.

But she had no time to overthink stuff, she got off the bed from which she had been tied to from the last twelve hours. This was her chance; she knew it was her one and only chance.

She ran towards the windows and by one by one tried to open all of them, but her luck was really bad because every single one of them was locked, but the last window opened when she pushed it upwards.

Tears of happiness escaped her eyes and at the same time jolts of electricity ran through her veins, time was precious. She first puts her one leg in the window then the other one and then she found herself easily being slide off to the other side of the window, she was one floor above the ground.

She was standing on a very small ledge and she needed to find a way down. Because if she will jump, she will surely break her legs by striking the hard ground. But it was the winter's season if she will aim for the snow she might survive. Well it was either this or go back inside where her psychotic and probably bipolar husband will be waiting for her. 

 She decided to jump, and she knew her four minutes were up. She closed her eyes and jumped, for a microsecond she thought she was flying but that feeling was gone as soon as her face made contact with the cold snow. 

It wasn't as pleasant as she thought it would be, but she was lucky that she survived without breaking any bones, she quickly got up and examined the view. And she saw her silver Chevy. That's it, she can leave now, she can escape now; she always kept her extra keys for the car under the car's engine for emergencies.

Rachel ran towards the car as if her life depended on it, she quickly got down on her knees and her hands started looking for the keys under the driver's side but to her surprise there were no keys.

"Looking for these" a soft yet mocking voice came from the other side of the car, she saw two black boots approaching her from the other side of the car. her gaze led her to seeing Ethan, standing in front of her. He jiggled the keys in his hand.

Rachel was expecting a cruel action, but to her surprise he was smiling, he was showing his perfect white teeth to her.

"Leaving so soon?" he moved towards her, he put the keys in his jeans pocket "What would I do without you my dear bride? I will be so alone and lonely, and to think this is our honeymoon. Suddenly his playful tone turned dead serious "You shouldn't have done that. But I must say it was a pretty good jump, I never took you for an athlete."

Rachel tried to say something, but only white fog came out of her mouth. She knew she was busted and now it was all upon Ethan. But can she run from him? Well she might as well try this last attempt too.

But before she can take any action Ethan swings a shovel on her head, and she falls to the ground and everything goes to black.

 She was so caught up in her thoughts that she forgot to notice the shovel in his hand. Ethan throws the shovel away and stretches his arms, before picking up Rachel in bridal style, and then he tarts humming a light hearten song. He knew she would try to escape and now he can't wait to punish her.