I am in my death bed right now but I will never strip in front of these monsters even if it costs my life.

I slightly look up at him; at his handsome features I cannot help myself but think: How can someone be this cruel?

Was he always like this?

Questions rise on their own in my head, but I don't want to stop them because I do want to know the truth.

"I will never strip even if it costs my life. You can shoot me, but what will you get by doing that? Nothing, huh? What do you get by killing people — authority? If you think they give you authority out of respect, then maybe you are wrong. Maybe they are just scared of you. They are obeying you today, but they can never make themselves obey you with loyalty! They will leave you when you need them most." I say, almost holding myself back from crying.

After a few moments of silence, both of us looking at each other, I glance at his gun at intervals, waiting for him to shoot me.

He never does. His eyes show emotions I am not familiar with.

I think he had a terrible past. As if!

He was not like this from the beginning. I can tell this from deep, deep down. From A hope my mind holds.

All my dreams are crushed by this man. He took away my chances to find someone for me.

I don't even know if I will be able to walk out of here or if I will die inside this house.

This house will never be someone's home.

Our staring moment does not last long.

Suddenly sounds of clapping come from an older couple.

I hadn't noticed them before. Hell, what am I talking about — I didn't notice anyone except this man in front of me.

By the looks of it, they are familiar to him — or to be correct, he is familiar with them.

They come toward me; amusement is clear in their eyes.

The old man clears his throat and says, "Well, if you care so much about my son here, why won't you become that loyal person to him? Who will stay with him whenever he needs someone? It's clear." (He then looks at the others and smiles.) "This woman here is soon to be my son's bride. Take good care of her."

The room goes silent for a few moments. I am falling into a world full of darkness; I am falling somewhere, and when I reach the ground I will be lost.

That surface will break me into pieces.

I can no longer feel anything or find the courage to look at him.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

"Please don't do this to me," I whisper, making sure they hear me.

They move away.

Maids pick me up from the floor and start dragging me to a room.

I will never be able to walk away. I will never see the light again.

"Oh my God! Please help me." I plead, looking up. I give myself to You from this very moment.

I—I cannot believe it.

I cannot believe my reality.

The sound of wind hitting the windows, the rays of light coming inside — day or night doesn't matter because I don't know where I am.

Will I be able to go back to life, or will this be it?

I cannot accept it.

Tears and tears — that's all I have seen since that day, since that horrible moment.

I am not powerless. I never was. But it's useless.

How can you use a sword when you don't have one?

My case is the same. How can you hack something when you don't have any device on you or with you?

Maids are all around me, trying to make me a bride when I don't want to be.

This skin-tight dress with royal designs, these hijab jewels, my painted face.

Looking at myself in the mirror brings back memories — my words to my family and my love for an unknown person.

I wanted to be happy on my marriage day, but this is not what I want.

I cannot run away; they will kill my family.

I cannot kill myself — it's forbidden.

Maybe I cannot live — maybe it's already decided.

After they finish their work, they leave.

For a moment I look into myself; my own emotions are nowhere to be seen.

After that, the father of my groom comes in and tells me to come with him. He has made hell and wants to throw me in.

Sure, he will never say it openly.

I will never forget these moments of my life because I died without them knowing.

I will never live again.

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I am in my new room and my marriage ended hours ago.

What marriage! They forced me to sign on papers and just like that threw me in here...

I am still in my wedding dress.

I cannot make myself tear it off or throw it away.

My hands tremble. What have I done?

Giving my life to a monster — but then I was the one who told him that he wasn't. 

I can only thank God that he hasn't come yet, or maybe he doesn't consider me.

Maybe he will not come.

Only this hope can make me smile.

I walk out to the balcony, looking at the beautiful view.

I am in one of his villas. The scenery from here speaks only of beauty.

This scene can't be forgotten.

I am lost in my thoughts and don't realize someone is standing behind me until the person breathes on my neck and I jump.

I place my hands on my chest, trying to control my breath.

I look up at him, and after a moment of silence, realization hits me hard.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" I say, daring him to come any closer.

He doesn't reply for a few seconds and then says, "Just want to remind you: you will be nothing. You were never and you will never be anything or anyone to me. I will go to my mistresses and do what I want. Don't come in front of me. Your face makes me vomit.

Savage and gold-digger — pathetic attention seeker - that's all you are to me. I have never seen a girl who can jump into a world of mafias for what? Money? Attention? You disgust me."

Without looking at me, he leaves, but his words show how much he means them.

This dreadful night isn't going to end soon, and to my surprise I collapse on my bed and fall asleep — maybe.

Wishing when I wake up it will all be a dream, or if true, a nightmare.

Just when I think I can pass the night by sleeping, the sound of my bedroom door makes my heart jump again. This time I pretend to be asleep.

After a few seconds, footsteps come closer; my whole body goes numb with fear.

I can no longer move.

Who is in my room at this hour?

Why is this person coming closer?

What if this person is HIM?

I jump out of bed with a piercing scream when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder. His other hand muffles my screams and pins me to the nearest wall.

"W-What do you think you are doing?" I whisper.

"I am—my wife. I am here to make our marriage night a memory," he says with no emotion — or maybe I cannot see it because he is smirking.

"You forced me. I will never be your WIFE! You dragged me, Kidnapped me in here and FUCKING FORCED ME!" I almost shout the last part, but that was a mistake — his dark eyes grow darker and he presses himself against me.

I get scared of his behavior and try shouting for help, but he puts his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams, and releases a dark, deep chuckle.

After a moment, when he realizes I have stopped screaming, he releases my mouth and waits for me to say something.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this to me? You said yourself that I am nothing and will never be anything to you — then what is the meaning of this? Just let me be the savage and ignore me. I will be happy and grateful! Just don't touch me..." I shout at the start, but by the end my voice becomes a whisper.

He looks at me as if absorbing my words. After a moment, his hand rests on my left thigh and another on my cheek.

If I thought my heart was racing before, it is about to explode now.

I am going to die. I am going to bite my tongue.

His lips suddenly land on mine and electricity jolts through my body. I am not able to breathe. Only if he did'nt reminded me of my one and only childhood best friend, the child I met while I was captured... The child who helped me and my brother escape. the Child who secrificed himself... Leo.

Lots of emotions crash down at once. I try to push him away, but he only tightens his hold.

After struggling for a moment, I give up — and let him kiss me.

My first kiss — he took it, my first kiss like this.

I clench my fist and, when I feel him loosen his hold, reach his face with full force and hit him.

He moves back, looking shocked and angry at the same time.

"Oh God, help me!"