Slapped

"Do you feel like crying, Miss Jones?"

Irene's heart trembled with fear, her tormentor's words cutting through her like a knife, provoking tears that threatened to spill over. She desperately wished she could stop this verbal assault, but it seemed impossible.

"Oops, look at you, even uglier with those tears, Miss Jones. It's almost poetic, like two wretched souls destined for each other: you and Theodore, two disgusting creatures," he sneered.

Irene's frustration erupted, her face flushed with anger as she shouted, "Why are you so determined to insult me, even your own brother? What have I done to deserve this? I've told you countless times that I don't care about my husband's appearance. So why should you?"

"Because I want to sleep with you," Theodore stated coldly, relishing in the discomfort he was causing his soon-to-be wife. The situation seemed to amuse him.

"But why can't you understand? I don't want to do it," Irene pleaded, at a loss for how to make him comprehend her clear refusal.

Theodore, his hand creeping under her skirt, caused her to gasp, her breath becoming laboured. She felt a dizzying sensation, as if she might faint if this continued.

"Begging won't change anything". Theodore smiled, as he saw Irene flushed and begging face, feeling great, seeing how he was affecting her.

"Please, don't do this to me. I'm your brother's wife," Irene pleaded, her eyes welling up with more tears, hoping he would relent. She couldn't bear the humiliation and degradation he was subjecting her to. Couldn't he see her unwillingness? She refused to endure such suffering.

He cupped her intimate area, eliciting a sharp hiss of fear and surprise from her.

Theodore chuckled at her reaction, thoroughly enjoying her distress. He found perverse pleasure in her every response.

"Don't touch me there. Why are you doing this? I'm not your type," Irene protested, her voice trembling.

Theodore's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "Just because you're not my type doesn't mean I can't sleep with you. When I say I'm going to sleep with you, it means it will happen."

"I implore you, please don't do this. I'm your brother's soon-to-be wife," Irene pleaded, hoping he would understand that she wasn't the kind of person he believed her to be. But it seemed futile; he showed no signs of understanding.

"Then don't worry, I'm not asking you to marry me. All I'm asking is for you to sleep with me and my disabled brother. No need to overthink it," Theodore said, tracing his finger along her panties.

Though her undergarments acted as a barrier, she could still feel his touch on her most intimate parts, intensifying her repulsion towards him.

"Today is my wedding day. Please, just leave me alone," Irene implored, clinging to the last vestiges of hope. She couldn't bear the thought of enduring such degradation, especially on a day that should be filled with joy. She didn't even know her husband, and yet here she was, being subjected to this horror.

"Be prepared for me tonight. It doesn't matter if you're marrying my brother; you won't escape from me. Tonight, I will taste your essence as I desire," Theodore declared, removing his hand and releasing her. He settled back into his seat, adjusting his blue suit.

"Now leave before I ravage your body until you can't stand it anymore, before you marry my disabled brother," he spat, his dark expression fixed upon her.

Irene struggled to compose herself, her body trembling with fear. She forced herself to sit upright, her dress in disarray,

her hair is a mess. Everything within her screamed, but she couldn't find the strength to move. Fear held her paralyzed, rendering her unable to process the events unfolding before her.

"Hurry up, you're driving me mad. If you don't wake up soon, I won't leave you alone, my dear. Now wake up and go," Theodore urged, irritation seeping into his voice.

With her eyes swollen and her makeup smudged, Irene managed to sit up, her heavy dress weighing her down. She cast a resentful glance at Theodore.

Thud!

Theodore's eyes widened as his smirk vanished in an instant. He had been slapped for the first time in his life, an unexpected blow that left him stunned. No one had ever dared to lay a hand on him before, but this woman, this ordinary woman, had the audacity to strike him.

"I will never sleep with someone like you. You're nothing more than a despicable pervert," Irene spat, seizing the opportunity to escape. She quickly unlocked the car door, her hands trembling, and stepped out, leaving Theodore behind. The red imprint of her hand on his face only served to darken his expression as he watched her retreat in the rearview mirror, slapped by a woman who was now his wife.

"What an intriguing woman. She knows I come from the Myers family, yet she dares to raise her hand against me. This will be quite an adventure," Theodore mused, studying the papers he held, his malicious grin returning.

Albert, observing Irene's dishevelled state, realised something terrible must have happened, something perpetrated by his young master.

"Miss Jones, wait! Where are you going?" he called out, halting in his tracks. He saw Irene with her bloodshot eyes, still shedding tears.

"Miss Jones, here are the wedding papers you need to sign. The Young Master has already signed them. Please, sign them. I need to submit them to the council bureau," Albert explained, trying to ease her distress.

Irene, consumed by her turmoil, desired nothing more than to finish this wedding and leave. If she couldn't escape the opulent reception, at least she could swiftly sign the agreement and make her exit, sparing herself from further agony.

"You're doing this to repay the Jones family for everything they've done for you. It'll be fine," she reassured herself. Once this ordeal was over, she would leave this place behind.

She walked unsteadily, her appearance dishevelled. Albert watched her, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Something terrible had transpired, and his young master was undoubtedly responsible.

As he noticed her smudged makeup, he handed her a pen. "Here, Miss Jones. Sign here."

Irene took the pen with trembling hands, struggling with every fibre of her being to complete the task. She signed all the required places, her body filled with a sense of resistance.

"Welcome to the Myers family, Young Mistress," Albert said, acknowledging her completion of the documents.

Irene merely nodded, her face devoid of emotion, and walked away. She wanted nothing to do with the Myers or Jones family. This place held too many horrors, and she was powerless to confront them. It was best for her to escape while she still could.

Albert entered the car and assumed the driver's seat. He could sense the heavy atmosphere enveloping them. Turning his gaze to Theodore, he spoke cautiously, "Young master, everything has been completed as you requested. The Young Mistress has signed the papers. Congratulations on your marriage, Young Master."

Theodore, his face twisted with anger, gazed at Albert, his expression dark and unsettling. The visible handprint on his face sent shivers down Albert's spine, preventing him from inquiring about the incident. He yearned to reach home swiftly, to evade his young master's wrath.