The grand ballroom of Ethan's estate was buzzing with excitement and anticipation as the wedding ceremony was about to begin. I stood amongst the crowd of guests, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum. I tried to make myself as small as possible, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself.
Across the room, I could feel Ethan's gaze on me. He was the groom, the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. A smug smile played on his lips as he watched me, as if he already owned me. I shuddered at the thought.
My family approached me, congratulating me on my upcoming marriage. I tried to protest, to tell them that I didn't want this, but they brushed me off, telling me that it was tradition.
"You look beautiful, dear," my mother said, her voice dripping with happiness. "Ethan is a lucky man."
I forced a smile, my heart sinking deeper into my chest. I didn't want this. I didn't want to be married to a man who thought he owned me. But it was too late. I was trapped.
Ethan made his way over to me, taking my hand in his. His grip was tight, possessive. He leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "You're mine now."
I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was too strong. I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I was in over my head, and I didn't know how to get out.
The wedding ceremony began, with Ethan and I exchanging vows. I felt sick to my stomach as I recited the words, knowing that I was trapped. I was his wife now, and I had to do as he said.
After the ceremony, Ethan pulled me aside. His voice was low and threatening as he told me that I was forbidden from talking to any other men.
"But I need to be able to talk to my professors and classmates," I protested.
"You are my wife now," he said, cutting me off. "You will do as I say."
I felt a knot of fear forming in my stomach. I knew that I was in over my head, but I didn't know how to get out.
Ethan led me to our wedding suite, his hand gripping my tightly. I tried to pull away, but his strength was too much for me. Once we were inside the room, Ethan turned to me. He grabbed me roughly, pushing me up against the wall.
"You're mine now," he growled, his breath hot against my face. "And I'm going to take what's mine."
I tried to protest, to tell him that I wasn't ready, but Ethan didn't listen. He tore at my clothes, his hands rough and demanding. I felt a wave of panic as he forced himself on me. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I knew that I was no match for him.
As Ethan took me, I felt a sense of disgust and degradation. I knew that this was only the beginning of a long and painful marriage. After he was finished, he rolled over and fell asleep, leaving me lying there, feeling used and violated. I knew that I had a long and difficult road ahead of me.
But I was a strong, controlling woman. I would not let Ethan break me. I would find a way to escape, no matter what it took. I would not let him win.
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