“Go try this one on”, his tone was definitive as he handed me one of the dresses. I gulped, not finding words to deny him. He was a powerful man, and he quite literally owned me.
When I didn’t move, he spoke low and deadly, “Get the f**k up unless you want me to back out of our ‘deal’ and see your family go homeless all because of you.”
“I…I’m going”, I mumbled out, tripping on my own two feet as I approached the dressing room.
Get a grip on yourself and put your f*****g head down! My brain yelled at me, asking me to shove all sense of myself away in a dark corner and be a puppet for the monster who was going to be my husband.
I had to do this, I convinced myself as I latched the door of the dressing room behind me. For my family… for my little brother… I had to do this no matter what
