I looked at him, the groom, standing like a statue. His tall frame of around 6”2 or 6”3 stood like a dark shadow. The black tuxedo failed to hide the tightness around his arms and chest. His hands were back. I looked into his eyes, brown, shining under the sun. His intense gaze made me crawl back in my skin.His gaze is familiar yet strange…Every step felt heavy with my past, with the dark memories of the past and with the fear of the future.I stood before him. He didn't give a single expression. His cold stoic face remains expressionless. And then the moment began which I feared the most. The priest asked for permission and for one second I looked at Ryder, hoping he wouldn't agree but he nodded yes. No one has a problem…But consent…no one asking for my consent and opinions I don't have any.They all throw me here in front of the demon as a thing…I'm sold off to him.Things didn't have feelings and so I haven't any…The ceremony began and we exchanged vows. We promised each oth
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