Capítulo 3: Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

He was... I had never seen anyone like him. He was leaning against the wall, staring into my eyes in a way no one else had ever done.

He was tall, very tall, even taller than Draven, who stood six feet three inches. He was muscular, his long white sleeves cinched around his biceps, and the first two buttons on his chest were undone, displaying a wicked sight to anyone's eyes. His long face remained expressionless, with no sign of warmth, only coldness.

He sported dark black hair that matched his eyes. His beardless, razor-sharp jaw appeared to cut through my skin.

His eyes traveled up and down my body. I became self-conscious all of a sudden. I was not in a good condition for sure. My body was covered in scars, almost all of which ached. Thanks to Draven, my hair was as unkempt as if I had just emerged from a tomb and had not washed my hair in weeks.

"That's my daughter," Father said, sitting on the couch, his face brighter than usual.

"She has a nice physique. She may be petite, but I'm sure you'll find good things inside," Mother said eagerly and my whole existence dropped.

The ground beneath my feet was swaying. Were they renting me out to him as a plaything? My eyes welled up with tears, but the strongest thing I felt was anger.

"What are you saying?" I asked Mother sharply.

She pinched my skin and told me to shut up with her eyes. I could not help but stare at her, unable to say anything else.

"How long do you want her for?" Draven asked.

"I don't want to rent her. I want to buy her... forever," he spoke for the first time and I felt my whole world freezing around me.

"She is not for sale. She is for rent," Draven said.

"I'll give you as much money as you want. And as I said, I want to buy her," he said sharply, his gaze sweeping me from head to toe.

Draven looked at Father who seemed to be thinking, thinking about selling his daughter.

"I think we should sell her, Raphael. She is useless anyway," Mother said eagerly.

I could not bear looking at any of them any longer. My mind was foggy as each of my senses went numb one by one. My head felt heavy, and I felt compelled to lie down, fearing that I would trip and fall at any moment.

"How much will you give us?" Father asked.

"Let me tell you something before. She is not touched at all. We're giving you a full untouched virgin. The price should be high," Draven said.

"Ten million," he said, his voice as cold as ever.

Draven gasped and Mother's grip on my hand tightened in excitement. "She is yours to use, beat, or whatever you want to do with her," Father said, even before a second could pass.

"I'll go to the police and tell them what you're doing," I shouted at them.

"You fucking whore!" Draven snarled and was about to smack me when his hand was instantly bent behind him with enormous power, and he winced in pain.

"She is mine now. Don't you dare touch her or raise your voice at her," the stranger said, his voice threatening, but noticeably calm. "You don't have any right over her anymore. She is mine, only mine."

When he said I was his, he looked me in the eyes as if he was trying to imprint it in my mind so I would never forget it. He let go of Draven, who took a quick step away, too stunned to do or say anything.

"Go to your room and only bring what you absolutely need. Take no clothes and don't stay too long. We'll be leaving in ten minutes," he spoke directly to me, causing my heart to skip a beat in terror and a strange emotion.

I nodded and went to my room. I knew he was just a stranger who wanted nothing more than sexual pleasure from me. Even if I stayed with my family, they would rent me out to other men so they could enjoy my body. I decided to go with him and then whenever I would get the chance, I would run away. I would never let anyone force me to do something. I had had enough of listening to others.

I went into my room, only to find it unusually quiet and dark. Everything felt empty. Then I realized that the main thing that felt empty was my heart.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I took deep breaths to keep myself from collapsing right here. Even Max was not coming to meet me for one last time. He was not like this at all. But then where was he?

I looked around the room and realized that I had nothing but my wounded heart and thoughts to take with me. I sighed and looked out the window one last time. I was never going to come back here, my home, a miserable one, but still, it was my home.

I went into the restroom to wash my face. My wrists and neck were covered in marks, making me appear pitiful. I did not have any kind of cosmetic to use to hide my wounds either. They were always on display, like a piece of heinous art.

I gathered myself together and went downstairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time in this house. The guy looked at me narrowly, noticing that I had not taken anything with me.

"Aren't you going to take anything with you?" It was not him who asked this. It was Mother, showing fake care for the last minute I was here.

"As if I have anything," I muttered.

"She has taken money for sure," Draven snarled.

"I haven't, you jerk. You are the one who has been stealing all of the money. I earn my own money, you dumb-headed asshole. You just got ten million selling me. How much more do you want?" I shouted and approached the front door before anyone could tell me anything else.

He came up behind me and unlocked the door for me, his gaze never leaving mine. The cold air landed on my face with drops of rainwater. I flinched at the sudden chilly sensation.

"It will be ten minutes of walk into the forest," he said.

I did not look at him, but kept my gaze forward, deciding which way to run. I felt tiny next to him, standing five feet four inches tall. I had a feeling that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to get away from him. And the way he twisted Draven's arm behind his back made me wonder what would happen if he did the same thing to me.

"Look at me, Blue," he said, his voice cold but gentle. Hearing my name in his voice was intoxicating for some reason I could not explain.

His voice seemed to compel me to look him in the eyes. They were extremely dark as if sinfully absorbing all the light in the world. It was peculiar. His eyes were pure black, not dark brown. It was, however, impossible for the eyes to be completely black.

"It's pointless to try to run. It will only take me a few minutes to find you. And now that I've laid eyes on you, you'll never be able to get away from me," he said, sending shivers up my spine like the feel of cold water on the skin in the winter.

"And you're safe with me. Whatever your family has done to you, I will never do the same to you. No one will ever hurt you in the place you're going now."

"I'm not safe with you either," I said, mustering all my courage.

"Oh, yes, you are. You'll be the safest and happiest with me," he said, slightly smiling, but his smile did not reach his eyes as his gaze traveled to the wounds on my wrists.

"You just bought me," I wanted to shout, but I could not. All that came out was a low murmur.

"I've bought you to make you mine," he said.

"Make me your slave?" I asked.

"No."

"You're lying. You all are lying. Why else would you buy me if I'm not going to be your slave? You're going to turn me into your toy. You will hurt me and enjoy my body without my consent. You're the first customer they were talking about, right? You want me to use me, you want to strike me when you're angry. You want to do unimaginable things to me and then kill me eventually. That's why you want me, don't you?" I shouted, all my rage pouring out like it had been released after a long time.

"No, Blue," he responded calmly. "I want you as my bride."

REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES
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Can you guys believe it? Her family just sold her to the stranger. Well, actually you guys already knew that this would happen if you have read the synopsis. Anyway, the stranger is handsome but was saying weird things. Like he wants her as his bride. He did not even know her, right? At least, she thought that he doesn't know her.

We have to find out more about what the hell is he talking about. In the next chapter, I guess some of the confusion will go away. Anyway, keep reading, lovely readers!

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