Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“So, let me get this straight,” Skarg says. “Neither of you was interested in entering into one of these flimsy Earth marriages, and yet you did it anyway today.”
“Basically.”
“Then what happened?” Kafran asks.
“The entire day seemed like a blur as if I hadn’t been participating in it. People fixed my hair and makeup, dressed me in this godawful pile of fluff, and told me what to do. I went through the motions of the ceremony like a zombie. Afterward, there were pictures and lines of people waiting to give us their fake regards. By the time I got into the back of the limo with my husband after the reception, I was exhausted and on the verge of tears.”
“I’m so sorry, Little one,” Kafran says.
I sniffle again.
“Tell us what happened next,” Skarg encourages.
“Fredrick has always been mean to me. I know he doesn’t like me, nor does he find me attractive. He’s always making jokes about my weight. He…” My voice trails off. They don’t need to hear what that dickface said to me in the limo.
“He what?” Kafran growls. “Finish.”
Fine. Why should I care? “He told me I was disgusting and he didn’t want to see me any more than absolutely necessary. He expected me to stay out of his sight if I knew what was good for me. We would have separate rooms and he wanted me to provide him with my menstrual calendar so he could come to me on my fertile nights. That I should be naked under the covers in the dark on my stomach so he could…” My breath hitches.
Kafran is seething. Literally. His fingers are stiff on my thighs, and his eyes are red. I think he might turn and punch a hole in the wall. To be honest, it feels kind of nice to have someone listen to me and give a fuck. Two men. I’ve slipped into another dimension.
I decide to finish my sentence. “So he could fuck me from behind without having to look at my face or see my fat rolls. As soon as I got pregnant, he would stop coming to me.” I draw in a breath, trying not to let my emotions take over again, but I lose that battle. A sob escapes.
I think Skarg has removed all of the pins because he suddenly threads his fingers in my loose hair and pulls me against his chest. “I’m so sorry, Baby girl. That man was an ass. He didn’t deserve you, and you’ll never see him again.”
“He’s right,” Kafran says, his hands sliding up my outer thighs. “What a dick.”
A choked laugh escapes between my crying sobs. “That’s the nickname I used in my head. Dick.”
Neither man laughs, but Kafran gives me a wan smile. “You were dealt a crappy life up until now, Little one, but it’s over. From today forward, you will be worshipped and loved and doted on for centuries.”
I gasp as I glance at him. “Centuries?”
Kafran nods. “Yes. You’ll age slower on Eleadia, the same as Skarg and me. We live healthier on Eleadia. We have cleaner air and food. We will live hundreds of years together, and we promise that you will know you are loved every single day of your life.”
I stare at him. Loved? It’s been so long since I’ve been around anyone who even liked me. The only person I recall loving me was my grandmother. Should I tell them the only education I’ve had is what my grandmother taught me while the two of us were sequestered in that stupid mansion?
I decide not to. I’m too embarrassed to admit how ignorant I am about most things. Naïve and ignorant. The only reason I know what Fredrick meant when he said he would fuck me is because one of the maids explained the birds and bees to me seven years ago when I got my first period. I thought I’d been dying when blood started coming out of me.
Kafran lifts my free hand to his lips, holds it tightly, and pricks my middle finger again.
I wince, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let me.
“My serum will calm you, Little one. Let it do its job.”
“That’s so weird,” I say, sucking back the last of my tears. It would appear that I’m free from the horrifying life I had expected to live. Even running from my husband wouldn’t have changed the trajectory. He would have caught me and probably locked me in his house, only opening the door to my bedroom on the nights he intended to fuck me.
I’d been kidding myself if I thought I would have actually gotten away from him. It’s not like I have anyone I could have called. I don’t have enough education to get any sort of job.
The entire mafia family would have been looking for me. They would have found me, dragged me to my matrimonial home, and shackled me if necessary. I would have spent my entire life as a prisoner to those people, nothing but an incubator, my only job being to bear children for that hideous, cruel man.