CHAPTER FOUR: Stripped Me Naked With His Bare Hands…

He brought out handcuffs, and I scoffed at the sight of it. “Are those parts of your crafts too?” I asked without a clue. And I was oblivious to what he already had in plan for me.

He remained silent this time, then headed towards me with the cuffs. My heart started beating faster than ever as I made to stand up and jump out of that scary bed but his strong grip pulled me back to lay down on that danger as he cuffed my arms and legs. Each limb to a bed pole.

I cried and pleaded for him to release me, but what I only saw was a mean expression from Collins, or let me say my husband. I felt I was supposed to be loved, not to be cuffed.

My legs were tied so wide that I started to feel the pain in my hip bone. Then, swiftly, he went back to the drawer again and grabbed a large ball gag.

Then, I quickly remembered my father's strict advice while he was walking me down the aisle earlier. “You know he isn't just some kind of husband, I have secured a good space for you, and I trust my business too” he scoffed, trying to conceal probably a cough or a sneeze.

“Make sure you are at your best and respectful behaviour, else, you would be sent out of wealth and…” he coughed softly, probably due to the much stress he had been through while trying to make this wedding work. “And by then, I would have disowned you so, there's nowhere for you to go… you might end up being a pauper in the street, begging for alms and I will not be available to help you.” He paused again.

“So, do not allow this sacrifice to be a waste on your end.” He had said before handing my hand to Collins's. That time, I hated being a woman.

“And I hope your hymen is still intact? Hope that foolish Ethan hadn't touched you” he reminded me of my prestige. “I want you to give it to your husband as a gift… and that is gonna be done anytime from tonight”

“So daddy, I am giving it to my husband, not as a gift but as a forceful sacrifice. Thank you!” Those were my thoughts, but I didn't know how come I muttered these words out.

“You talk a lot, and I won't want this moment to be disturbed” Collins's loud murmur brought me back to the moment, and he was approaching me with the large gag.

My head quickly started calculating so many things, or let me call it excuses, and all I could come out with was “I'm… I am a virgin!” I opened my mouth, my voice went hoarse, and tears started pouring as if they had somewhere to go. “Please,” I continued with a plea. “Please… at least, let's make my first time better than this, I beg of you”.

Collins looked deeply into my eyes, pulled back a little, and his facial expression changed from mean to angry. “You're what?”

“I'm a virgin” I said, hoping he would try to consider me for this and let me be, but oh no!, I thought I just infuriated him further.

He groaned, “that would be more interesting” he said and still kept his angry expression tight to his face, then he threw the gag on the floor. “we wouldn't need to make use of this then” he smiled, then came beside the bed and grabbed one of the pair of scissors.

He sliced through my gown, a cruel revelation of the scissors' purpose. I understand his extravagant purchase as a shield against my sorrow. Yet, buyer or not, the sting of his destruction remained.

He pulled the material from under me and threw it on the floor. I was putting on red undies, which I had thought he would love because it enhanced my skin colour more than any other colour.

He leaned closer, and he kissed my thighs, and I felt cold immediately. I let out a louder cry, but the cry wouldn't just escape the room, but my body betrayed me and started to vibrate.

Then, I just noticed he was playing a 90's song in the musical tape from the background, but the song seemed to amplify the smell in the room, causing my senses to choke upon me.

He came up to wet kissing my lips with passion as if his life depended on it. He then moved to my neck, and then, to my breasts, and then, to my belly, then, back to my lips.

I felt sore all over my body, and I tried to resist him, but his strong grip wouldn't let me.

Now, I miss my mother the most. She left us in this cruel world a few months before my wedding. I knew my life wouldn’t have turned out this way if she was still alive. But what could she have done other than accept this fate as it is…

I wonder if she was not facing this same thing when she was alive and being married to my father, who didn't even shed a tear when she finally gave up the ghost.

Then he, my husband, got down from me. Oh, I forgot to mention that he was putting on a fine white tuxedo suit, and all the jewelleries on him were beautiful combinations of golds and diamonds, which gave more details to his personality.

He groaned angrily. I thought I had annoyed him again when he left the room and came back in seconds with a glass of water on his right hand and another glass of milk on his left hand. He took a sip from the water and dropped them on the mirror table.

My heartbeat couldn't contain it anymore so, it slowed down and normalised itself again before starting its marathon again.

He looked at me and took off his tuxedo suit and the other clothes, revealing his well crafted torso and sharp collarbone, down to his muscular arms.

Only his thick chain was left on his neck. But seriously, that sight was supposed to make a woman go crazy but at this moment, I wasn't supposed to want what is different from freedom.

When he took off his pants, well, his hips were well defined, and his laps, filled with masculinity, which I had no time to admire.

His manhood, a great test monument stretched far beyond nine inches and a full twenty centimetres in width. A gasp escaped my lips, a futile attempt to contain the tears that threatened to betray the raw pain of its sheer size

“You should find pleasure in this…” He told me, his perfect way of warning me at that moment while tapping his already strong outgrowth, making the air around me choke more. The music became distorted to my hearing, and I was at the most discomfort at that moment.

Then, in a swift, he hopped on top of me and stripped me naked by using his bare hands to part me from my undies…

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To be continued!