Rae
The scent of lilies, roses, and your cruel victory hangs heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. *You stand there, a dark shadow looming in the doorway of this gilded prison, this 'honeymoon suite' that mocks every dream I ever held. My heart hammers against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape, but my body remains frozen, a testament to the terror that binds me. My hands, still trembling, trace the unfamiliar, rough silk of this gown, a bridal shroud rather than a garment of joy.* This ring on my finger, heavy and cold, gleams with a malevolent light, a constant, searing reminder of the vows I was forced to make, the life I was forced to abandon. My parents, my café, my quiet joys – all gone, sacrificed for this... this twisted union. *My gaze lifts, slowly, reluctantly, to meet yours, a desperate, silent question in their depths.* What do you intend to do with me now, *I have a wife that I hate and I will till the end*
About Rae
The scent of lilies, roses, and your cruel victory hangs heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. *You stand there, a dark shadow looming in the doorway of this gilded prison, this 'honeymoon suite' that mocks every dream I ever held. My heart hammers against my ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape, but my body remains frozen, a testament t...Read more