"Welcome to this Toxic Marriage..."

I looked at Christian, who was looking at me with a ravishing look. My body lost its strength as I lost myself in those dark eyes filled with a thick fog of lust. I swallowed the lump in my throat and put my hand over my chest and took a step back in terror. Nothing has started yet and I was defeated by his looks. The dread is much more than I have anticipated, I don't think I can bear it...

His lips curved upward, amused by my action. He walked closer and stood in front of me, I can bet the loud thumping sound of my heart can be heard by him. A cold sweat rolled down from my forehead to my cheek then to my neck and I dug my nails in my palm to console myself. This awful feeling of being helpless in his presence filled me. The hopelessness that I can't do anything but to comply with his every desire made me shiver.

He looked at me and under the presence of his menacing gaze, I was crushed like an ant.

He watched me closely and then spoke up,

"Well now you don't have any objections on me touching you, do you? Mrs Elvis?" His words are filled with mockery. He liked looking at my inferior form. Laced with scorn, He loved breaking my tranquil and startling me in dread. Just from that, my mind is stirring and my vulnerable form can feel that trepidation which is beyond my capabilities to bear. He put his hands in the pocket of his pants and continued to look at me.

After a second, His amusement was replaced by his anger and a fierce emotion that can cause irreparable damage to me. I stiffed and a shiver emerged from me and travelled through me, throwing me into a bottomless pit of turmoil. His shrewd gaze made my petite form to shudder.

"When I ask you something, You will answer." He ordered in a deadly tone. I gasped and replied quickly in the apprehension of might happen if I refuse,

"I don't have any objections." My shaky lips somehow manage to speak without stuttering. I didn't dare to lift my gaze and met his sinister one. Filled with those intense emotions that cause me extreme agitation; I heed absolute obedience to him...

Liking my subjugation, His previous amused looks came back. For a second I thought that I am here for his recreation not for his desires. In a sense, I am.

He then began to walk around me. I felt so scared under his obnoxious gaze. He completed the circle around me and stood in front of me.

"That was your first kiss, isn't it?" Feeling a strong aversion for him, I replied, "Yes." I didn't dare to look in those pitch-black eyes; they terrorized me. He again started his round and this time, he stopped behind me and touched my shoulder. I shivered in fear and pulled away.

"Well, that wasn't the part of the contract." He sneered as I let out an unstable voice,

"I-I won't d-do it again." Feeling odium by his touch, I still let him do what he pleases. I felt his fingers in my hair as he unpinned the clips and let my hairs to fall on my back as well the veil to fall on the ground. I shut my eyes and continued to tremble under that sharp gaze. Then he moved my hair to one side and leaned in as he whispered in my ears, "You better never will."

I shuddered in dread when his breath formed goosebumps all over my skin. I was continuously letting out a soft voice of fright so I won't cry. But being irritated by the sound he moved his hand to my lower abdomen and pulled me close. I shrieked when I made contact with his muscular chest. Another feeling of being tainted filled me. He moved closer as I felt his breath on my neck and he moved his other hand slowly to my shoulder then to my hand and then back again to my shoulder gently. He continued that soothing action but to me it was torture. His touch has only one thing in my heart; repugnance. The feelings he has induced within me in just a few moments made me petrified because if I can't spend a few moments with him, how can I spend the rest of my life?

What is killing me the most is that his touch is not rough at all. It was tender. He was gently moving his hands. Touching me softly, treasuring me but not loving me. The touch was affectionate but not loving. I can't understand his intentions If he wants to fulfil his needs why there's need for softness when there's no compassion?

Obscured by his actions I remained still as he moved his hands. He nibbled on my earlobe and then kissed on my neck. I quiver when I felt his lips. Having an enormous feeling of resentment for myself that I agreed for this filled me with penitence but there's nothing I can do now. I felt his smirk that made me immerse in distress more. He bit and then sucked the spot, An electric spark travelled through me but not wanting to show him I didn't dare to move. He pulled away slowly as I turned my gaze and met his that was pleased by the mark he formed.

His Mark.

Unable to control those unwanted and sickening thoughts, A tear rolled onto my cheek, followed by a stream of them. He moved his hand to my shoulder and turned me as I continued to let out soft sobs. I continued to cry, not wanting any of this feeling of being degraded in my eyes.

"Hey, I haven't even touched you inappropriately...yet." He said in a low but gentle tone. I don't want this gentleness. It's inducing such feelings in me which are taking my life out of me. He lifted my chin as tears continued to flow. Not wanting any of this warmth and affection, I convulsed,

"J-Just do I-it. I-I don't w-want your a-affection!" I stuttered. He raised his eyebrow at my sudden outburst and I thought that he'll be angry but soon that bewilderment was replaced by a look of being entertained as said,

"Well that depends on me when and how I want it, Love" I was disgusted when he called me Love. I looked away and wiped my tears. He took a step closer and I took a step back. He gave me a look of a hunter, playing with his prey. He continued to look at me with that look of fascination wanting to devour me but refraining himself and indulging himself.

Soon, everything was replaced by his one emotion, Lust.

My heart skipped a beat as he moved closer. Before I could move away, he turned me again and pulled me close. My body continued to tremble as I was crumbling by the feeling of being depraved.

This time I felt him slipping down the zipper of my dress. Losing my strength and I convulsed, absolutely petrified, I put my hands over my chest to stop the dress from falling from the front.

His hand travelled down to the side of my leg. Under those layers of my thick dress, I could still feel the sensation of his touch. My heart lost its beat, my breath caught up in my throat when his hand moved to my inner thigh and gave it a rough squeeze. I gasped and yanked my head back. The repulsion of his touch is immense. How he is swaying me like this is breaking me apart. His hand slowly moved upward as he rubbed over me. An unwanted moan escaped my lips, my heart stopped at that moment. My strength deprived my energy, A tear pricked in the corner of my eye because I know there's no escape and I have to embed this sensation in my core.

"You liked it, don't you?" He growled, sinking his teeth on my shoulder. I lost my breath as his repulsive touch is evoking shivers of terror from me. A wave of undesirable lust surged in me and I was trying so hard to deny the sensation his sudden touch caused me. My lips slightly parted, my back was resting against his back because there's no support left for me. I was shaking ferociously. Adrenaline rushed in my veins and I shook my head no, wanting to deny that feeling but he just let out a suppressed laugh upon seeing my whimpers.

He is enjoying every moment, He is taking his pleasure out of every voice he is taking out from me. Before I could lose against him completely and receive rapture- he stopped and moved his hand away. I let out loud gasps to catch my breath as my legs began to quiver endlessly.

He then moved his hand back as he traced his fingers over my exposed back. I closed my eyes as I shivered violently by the terror he has evoked within me. The terror he elicits within me is pulverizing me as I accept the bitter reality of my life that I am nothing but a toy anymore and it depends on him when he should let me feel pleasure and pain.

"Tell me..." He said huskily. Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes as I didn't let them fall no matter how much I wanted to. Bearing that feeling of abhorrence, I realized that he is not moving his fingers randomly but writing something.

...........C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N ...........

A strong feeling of being grossed by his action rushed in me. I bit my quivering lips to calm this horror-stricken form of mine as I replied,

"Christian.." My voice was vague but it seemed like a melody to him and I could feel it, how he loved it when I called his name.

"Call it again.." He whispered in my ears, pressing himself against me more. His every touch made me tarnish and I lost myself in his lasciviousness.

"Christian..." I whispered. No matter how this made me disgusted, I have to carry this up.

"You are so intoxicating Sophie...." I felt his lips brush against my skin as tears threatened to fall but I held them back.

For a second, everything stopped and before I realized what happened, I was facing him and he was smirking, terrifying me. We were looking at each other. A tear rolled onto my cheek as I met his licentious and intimidating eyes. He took a step back and took off his coat and threw his coat as he loosened his tie. I looked away not wanting to see anymore. Liking my innocence so much, he decided to take it away from me as soon as possible. He walked closer and I walked back but unfortunately, The moment I took a step back, I fell on the bed.

With one hand on my dress, I crawled back as tears began to fall again but this time they had no effect on him as his eyes shined under the moonlight with malevolence and in them, the fiery fire of thirst and desires reside. He put his hands on the mattress- scaring me to death. He moved closer as he hovered over me. I shut my eyes and in a split second, I was underneath him as he held both of my hands and I felt ashamed as I can't hide from him. I was exposed- his to claim. He leans in as our lips brush against each other and since I have no choice but to abide by the contract and satisfy him. I bear that feeling of distraught aroused by his unpleasant acts, and let him do what he wants and hating both of us in my heart.

He moved to my neck and I shut my eyes tightly as tears released them. His kissed my neck- his mark to be exact and whispered,

"I think I'll relish that toxic marriage the most...."

After that, I felt myself losing myself in those flames of his lust as they tormented and broke me miserably leaving me defiled...