Eleanor’s POV:
Was it love? Was it passion? Or was it rage? Disgust, perhaps?
I remember asking myself the same question over and over again that night. My wedding night…
His grip tighten on my waist as he began to force his kisses on my neck. My body was paralyzed in his tight, bone crushing grip. He was just like the biggest snake all coiled up around it’s prey and then slowly devouring while the prey is still alive.
No resistance came form me, my arms were held behind my back and he could easily move his head on the crook of my neck. I never felt this weird feeling, I mean he was my husband, a loyally and legally wedded husband that I had promised to love! Then why did I feel so sick?
As he continued to force his forceful kisses on my neck we dashed the edged of the bed, I should h
