The wedding ceremony unfolded with eerie perfection – no glitches, no interruptions.
I stood beside Victor, exchanging vows that felt like poison on my lips:
"I, Juliana, take you, Victor, as my husband..."
My eyes locked onto his, conveying silent hatred as he placed the ring on my finger.
The priest declared us married. Victor's lips brushed against mine – a cold, claiming kiss.
After the reception, Victor escorted me to his luxurious bedroom suite.
"Solo time for the newlyweds," he announced to the lingering guests.
Once alone, Victor's demeanor shifted – intense gaze, low voice:
"Time to seal our union, wife."
He approached me, his eyes burning with expectation. I felt trapped.
"Do I have a choice?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Victor's smile was menacing:
"No. You swore obedience."
My heart racing, I nodded slowly – resignation masking my simmering rage.
He drew closer, his hands reaching for me...
*Rage burns my veins*
*Fear threatens to choke me*
*But survival instincts whisper: endure this night*
His fingers intertwined with mine, pulling me closer. I felt trapped, suffocated by his proximity.
Victor's breath whispered against my skin:
"My obedient wife... already you tremble for me."
My heart revolted at his words, but my body – frozen in self-preservation – didn't contradict him.
He led me to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I sat down, my hands grasped tightly in his.
Slowly, he released my hands and began to undo the buttons of my wedding dress...
My thoughts racing, I realized:
*Tonight will seal my fake submission*
*Tomorrow, my revenge begins*
My voice barely above whisper,
"Do you really think one night will make me yours, Victor?"
Victor's hands paused on the last button of my dress, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searched my face for fear – but found challenge instead.
He smiled low and menacingly:
"One night will start your obedience. Lifetime loyalty will be... encouraged."
His fingers resumed undoing the final button, then slid the dress off my shoulders. I shivered – not from desire, but revulsion.
Victor misinterpreted my tremble, his voice low and husky:
"You're already responding to me, wife."
I met his gaze, my heart racing with hatred:
"Responding to the trap I'm walking into – willingly, for now."
Victor's expression flickered – surprise mixed with intrigue.