As I stood before the altar, my heart raced and my palms grew clammy. I had never been one for the spotlight, and the thought of exchanging vows with a man I barely knew made my stomach churn. I stuttered my way through the ceremony, avoiding eye contact with Ethan at all costs.
Ethan, on the other hand, was the epitome of confidence. He towered over me, his deep voice booming as he recited his vows. I couldn't help but feel small and insignificant next to him.
After the ceremony, our families exchanged congratulations while I remained distant. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was trapped, that my dreams of pursuing a nursing career were slipping away. Ethan's traditional ideologies threatened to suffocate me.
His jealousy issues flared up as he saw other men approach me. "I forbid you from talking to other men," he growled, causing me to blush and avoid confrontation.
I was taken aback by his misogynistic ideologies, but I refused to let him see me crumble. I challenged him with my strength and intelligence, but it only seemed to fuel his anger.
As the night wore on, Ethan became increasingly eager to consummate our marriage. I was nervous and hesitant, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He tried to force himself on me, but I resisted and begged him to stop.
Ethan became rough and degrading, causing me to cry and plead with him. He took advantage of my innocence and tightness, causing me pain. In the end, Ethan overpowered me and took my virginity, leaving me feeling violated and used.
I lay in the bridal suite, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I had heard horror stories of arranged marriages, but I never thought I would be one of them. I knew I had to find a way to escape Ethan's grasp and take control of my own life. I couldn't let him break me.
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