Chapter 5: The Wedding

My whole body froze with cold, like i was doused in frozen water.

“Wife? Why?” I asked but he just laughed and walked out of the room, leaving to go insane with my thoughts.

I thought long and hard as to the possible reason why he would marry me.

He captured me, only to take revenge, right?

Is it not enough to torture me or kill me?

Marriage?

Never.

No!

I'll rather die.

“Make sure to remove every sharp objects in and found this room, file every sharp edge, and pad the walls with foam.” He ordered, only poking his head in with a smirk on his face like he just read my mind.

I wanted to crash out, to scream, to end it, but I didn't even have the right to kill myself, how much more useless can a person be.

I didn't even have the time to breathe or think because immediately he left, the workmen began and some women entered, grabbed, and took me out of the room.

They took me to a new room that was filled with everything I secretly wished for as a girl, an urge that but stronger whenever I snuck out to the market.

The room was filled with so much makeup of different types and dresses if different colours.

What a shame that my wish and true at a time that I could not enjoy it.

I currently felt like a shadow of myself and I didn't want to fight anymore.

I was tired, so I let it all happen.

The first thing these women dud, was to snap the bones in my arm and feet back into place, it was extremely painful and felt like sorcery but I couldn't even bring myself to scream out in pain. So I just sat there and let them do whatever.

After my bones, they went in to clean my wounds, while chatting away happily, while I stared at my dead but alive self in the mirror.

At this point incident blame anyone anymore, I just was breathing.

“Miss what colour would you prefer for your eyes?” The youngest of them asks me with glee in her voice as she prepared the makeup kit, picking colours that would suit my skin and seperating the ones she wouldn't use.

I didn't respond, just stared into space, my aim was not to be rude but I currently could not bring myself to car about anything.

My life had fallen apart and I'm currently being dressed to attend a wedding that is apparentky mine but in was just informed some thirty minutes ago and also being married to a man I'm scared of the most.

A man that his sole purpose for marrying me is to destroy me.

Caring about eyeshadow is the least of my problems.

Sensing that in was just going to respond, she continued with her work and firstly began to cover the harsh marks all over my skin.

Looking in the mirror I could see that she was immensely talented because I would never be able to tell that there were marks on this skin, if I wasn't the one that went through it.

They brushed and lacked my hair in a manner that I would have gushed about had I been happy.

How wonderful.

Before the lady doing my hair was fine, another woman came, and was putting dresses in my neck to decipher which colour best suits my skin and she settles on pink, gushing at his rich my dark complexion was.

‘I wish I was that rich in happiness’ I thought to myself, as a single tear fell down my cheeks. A loud gasp immediately came from the makeup lady as she scrambles to get a product to catch the tears.

The panic on her face had me confused.

“Please don't cry, it'll ruin your makeup, and that will be me gambling my head. Master doesn't like mistakes.” She said as she dabbed some powder on my face, placed a hand on my shoulder as if to reassure me, before moving back to admire her work with a smile.

Once they were done, they ushered me out and as soon as we got to the karlor I just passed through some hours ago, I was shocked to see that the whole place was decorated and there were even guest, some gasping as I passed through.

I know I looked good today but is it that good that it made people gasp? I wasn't so sure.

Bending my head down to avoid the stares, I thought about what level of sorcery this man did to be able to arrange a whole wedding in a few hours and even hav guests over.

The ladies walked by my side and behind me like a bridal train, leaving some space in the middle.

With every step I took, my heart thundered in my chest. All possible options to escape this wedding came to nothing.

I guess I was actually marrying the mafia man.

Walking down to the end of the aisle, I saw him standing there. Looking dashing and so handsome, none would ever imagine he was such a monster within.

Having the normal time of a CEO but was the leader of the mafia in the country.

Skipping all the formalities, the priest asks:

“Do you Lorenzo Doralga, take Sarah Yama as your wife?”

“Yes, I do.” He responded with a smile that could convince anyone that he actually was happily in love.

I guess they all attend acting classes before being accepted into the mafia.

“Do you Sarah Yama, take Lorenzo Doralga as your husband?”. He asked, facing me and my throat immediately became dry.

If I say no. What would happen? I thought to myself, when the mafia man nodded to his right, making me look there, only to see a riffle pointed at me.

“Y-Yes, I do.” I responded with a shaky voice.

I guess my torture just officially started.