The door closed behind me with a loud click. I knew why - they had to have a latch and as soon as I realized it I felt anxiety. However I couldn't show it openly, so I sat patiently on the couch opposite the entrence and with feigned interest I looked at the guard who was rummaging in the drawers of the desk. When he took something in his right hand and looked up at me, I froze.

They were handcuffs. Terrified and surprised, I looked at him questioningly and remained silent. He smile sneeredly and licked his lips.

- That's in case if you want to run away.

My heart leaped into my throat. I didn't know what to do. Without making any move, I had to look paralyzed. He stood in front of me and tilted his head:

- Will you behave quietly and politely as befits a well-behaved girl? Or you are going to disturb me do my job and will yell like you did in the bedroom?

I looked into his eyes. He was amused and dark at the same time. I was afraid of this sight, but I couldn't hide my true nature:

- What do you mean? What are you talking about? - They were snarls rather than questions. I felt my fists and jaw clench. I was trembling with anger. Uncertain of my situation, I was ready to run away at any moment. Only I didn't know how the damn latch worked. Was it opening from inside or outside? Did I need a key to get out of here? However, I had to try. I ran immediately to the door.

Unfortunately, the man was faster. Although he was in his fifties, he tugged my hair and knocked me down. Then he crushed me with his body, hitting the floor with my face. I tried to pull him away but I couldn't get him off me. He was too heavy. Slightly breathless, he arched my hands back, fastened handcuffs and began to whisper into my ear:

- Mmm... what a naughty girl - I could hear mockery and excitement in his voice. I also felt them through the thin material of the nightgown. The dressing gown curled up to my neck. I was completely defenseless. And totally mad...

- You know, I'm surprised why women like to make men so agressive. After all, you suffer because of it, and yet you are the one in guilty - he panted for a moment into my neck, then brought his wet face closer to my ear again - I'd like to fuck you here and now, and then beat you to the bloody pulp, but I can't. You don't even know, you stupid red bitch, how sorry I'm about that - he buried his nose in my hair and inhaled the scent of shampoo. A moan came out of his throat - But it's the end of this lovely conversation - he jerked me off the floor and put me on my feet, all the time holding my forged hands - Time to introduce you to your future husband.

- What?! - I shouted - You must be kidding me!

- Do I look like someone who are joking? - He pulled me towards the closet on which stood medical books. They turned out to be only imitation, and the pseudo-wardrobe was opened with a single hand movement. Behind was a metal door with a another latch.

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what would happen to me. Is this what those"marriages" looked like? Was this the way everyone was forced to marry so often and quickly. Did that also happen to Paulina? She survived, but what price did she really pay?

The guard pulled the latch and kicked the door with his foot. Behind I saw a narrow gray corridor and sterile clean, small two rooms, in the middle of which the beds with metal handrails were bolted to the floor. Shackles on a chains were strapped to the every handrails. My heart almost leaped out of my chest as a man pushed me into one of those rooms full of white tiles. I looked dumbfounded at the place where something bad inevitably will happen to me...

The guard led me to bed, loosened my handcufs and told me to sit down. I struggled and screamed when he put me down on the mattress. He pulled the dressing gown off me and began to put thick shackles on my wrists because I was constantly scratching him with my fingernails. But when I started kicking him with my feet, he hit me in the stomach. Not in the face, not in any other place where he could leave a mark. I tried to curl up, but he pulled me down and chained my legs one by one to the bed. I was close to tears. Sobs stuck in my throat. The same questions flew through my head all the time: "For what?" And "Why?" I didn't ask them out loud.

- And now you will politely wait for your prince from the fairytale - he snorted - And I... - he smiled lustfully - ...will watch at everything from behind this glass - he pointed at the side wall of the room, which at first didn't attract my attention. I completely focused on the bed and overlooked the fact that the entire wall opposite him was one large mirror, apparently Venetian. I felt exposed and extremely vulnerable.

- What? I made you sad? Aren't you as perky as before? - he chortled when he left the room - You should think, before you started to throw yourself on me - he was already closing the door behind him, but he stepped back to wink - I will look at you pretty girl and I hope you won't let me down. I love jerking off when someone fuck cookies like you.

After these words he left. I heard him pull the latch. There was silence, which was disturbed only by the sound of lit fluorescent lamps.

I will remember what happened next for the rest of my life.