As I sat on my wheelchair looking at the breathtaking landscape, my heart felt like it was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog. The serene beauty of the rolling green hills, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the soft caress of the cold breeze on my skin all seemed to mock me.

This was the life I had always yearned for – peaceful, tranquil, and filled with nature's splendor. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

I was here on a honeymoon, a farce of a marriage that I had never wanted. And by my side stood the man who would stop at nothing to keep me captive, the same man who wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if I dared to defy him.

The world around me seemed to whisper cruel taunts, reminding me that this picturesque paradise was nothing but a prison, a gilded cage that held me hostage. And I was trapped,suffocating under the weight of my own despair.

My husband, adrik, wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we gazed out at the breathtaking view.

"Isn't this perfect?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded, my heart heavy with the knowledge that this was far from perfect. This was a nightmare, one that I couldn't wake up from.

We'd been married for only a week, and already I felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of Adrik's expectations. He was a man who got what he wanted, no matter the cost. And what he wanted was me, locked away in this gilded cage, forever bound to him.

I glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl. And then, Adrik's grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like a vice. "Shall we go back inside?" he asked, his voice dripping with an unsettling intimacy.

I nodded, my heart sinking. I knew what awaited me inside.

My senses were on high alert, my body tense with anticipation, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every move he made, every word he spoke, was laced with an undercurrent of tension, a subtle threat that left me perpetually on edge.

Even the simplest gestures – a touch on the arm, a brush of his hand against mine – sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The air was thick with unspoken expectations, and I knew that I was walking a tightrope, balancing the need to appease him with the desperate desire to protect myself.

As we stepped back into the luxurious honeymoon suite, I couldn't help but wonder what the night held. Would adrik mask of civility finally slip, revealing the true nature of our relationship?

I steeled myself for what was to come, my heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. One thing was certain: I would not go down without a fight.

I made have dinner" Adrik said. He expertly carried me from my wheelchair to the dining chair, one thing I'm grateful for is that I take every day waking lesson and my chances of waking again has increased. Adrik's hands lingered on my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I tried to shake off the feeling, focusing instead on the meal in front of me. But my appetite was gone, replaced by a growing sense of unease.

"Eat," Adrik commanded, his voice low and husky. "You need your strength."

I hesitated, my eyes locked on his. I picked up my fork, my hand trembling slightly as I brought it to my mouth. Adrik's eyes never left mine, his gaze piercing and intense. Adrik's hands released their grip on the chair, and he stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. He moved to his seat, his movements calm and deliberate.

He picked up his fork and began to eat, his expression unreadable. The sound of his silverware scraping against the plate was the only noise in the room, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me.

I watched him eat, my mind racing with thoughts of escape, of freedom. But for now, I was trapped, forced to sit across from this man who seemed to take pleasure in my fear.

"Do you have anything to say, my love?" Adrik asked, his voice low and menacing. "If not, then eat."

The food is delicious," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Adrik's expression didn't change, but he nodded slightly, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

We finished the food, the silence between us oppressive. Adrik pushed his chair back and stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll take care of the dishes," he said, his voice firm.

He began to clear the table, his movements swift and efficient. I watched him, my mind racing with thoughts of escape, as he stacked the plates and carried them out of the room. The touch on my shoulder almost sent me flying. I realized that I had zoomed out.

I spun around, my heart racing, to find Adrik standing behind me, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Lost in thought?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound calm despite the racing of my heart. "Just thinking." I didn't dare meet his gaze, fearing he'd see right through me.

Adrik's fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "About what?" he asked, his breath whispering against my ear.

I shrugged, trying to brush off his question. "Nothing important," I muttered, attempting to step away from him.

But Adrik's grip on my arm tightened, holding me in place. Fear spiked through me as he leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with warning. "Don't lie to me," he whispered. His breath was cold against my skin, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. "Tell me," he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. "I was thinking about escaping," I admitted, the words barely above a whisper.

Adrik's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to flash with anger. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his fingers digging deeper into my arm.

Suddenly he let me go.

"Do I really have to hurt you for you to understand that you're mine now?" Adrik's voice was laced with malice, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity.

"The air you breathe, your ability to see, every thought that crosses your mind - everything about you belongs to me," he sneered, his words dripping with possession.

"I own your every waking moment, your every dream, your every nightmare. You're nothing without me, a mere shell of existence."

Adrik's face twisted into a grotesque grin. "And soon, you'll come to realize that even your thoughts are not your own.

"You'll learn to obey, to surrender to my every whim," Adrik's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Your body, your mind, your soul – all mine to command."

He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with an unholy hunger. "And if you resist, if you try to fight back..."

Adrik's smile grew wider, his lips curling up in a sadistic grin. "Let's just say I have ways of making you see things my way."

Without warning, he seized my face, his fingers digging into my skin like vice grips. His lips crashed down on mine, forcing my mouth open in a brutal, soul-crushing kiss.

I struggled against him, but he was too strong. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me as his own. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his possession.

Adrik's kiss was a brand, a mark of ownership that left me gasping for air. When he finally released me, I stumbled backward, my lips throbbing with pain.

I've fantasized about cutting off your leg, just to see the fear in your eyes. But my mother's words still linger in my mind, 'a broken toy is no fun to play with'."

"I've also considered taking your sight, just to see you helpless and dependent on me. But then I think of our future... together. Our babies, bound to me by blood and loyalty."

"You'll need your sight to witness the empire I'll build, with you by my side. And I'll need you whole, to ensure our legacy. Adrik's grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. "You'll learn to love me," he whispered, his breath cold against my ear. "You'll learn to obey me, to anticipate my every desire."

His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for any hint of defiance. "And if you fail," he warned, his voice dripping with malice, "our children will suffer the consequences."

I felt a chill run down my spine as Adrik's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the hellish future that awaited me. Now let's go children don't make themselves. His words settled in the air like a threat, and I felt my heart racing with a growing sense of dread.

He lifted me from my chair and took us to the bedroom , placing me carefully on the bed.

Take off your clothes he said. His voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for argument or refusal. My voice trembled as I spoke, desperation creeping in as I begged for mercy. "Please I'm not ready I can't do this please," I whispered, my words trailing off into a sob. But Adrik's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and calculating as he loomed over me, his presence suffocating.

His touch was a stark contrast to the malice in his voice, sending a shiver down my spine. "He suddenly touched my cheek gently. Don't make me repeat myself," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin, leaving me frozen in fear.

Tears streamed down my face as I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Adrik's eyes never left mine, his gaze piercing and unyielding as I slowly revealed my skin to him.

"Take everything off," Adrik's voice was cold, a command I couldn't refuse. A tear traced the curve of my cheek, but I didn't move. Slowly, I undressed, baring myself completely, and sat before my husband, vulnerable and exposed. His eyes locked onto mine, a chilling smile playing at his lips. "I dare you," he whispered, his tone dark, "let that tear fall again, and I'll give you a reason to weep that you'll never forget.

Slowly, deliberately, he moved closer, each step measured, like a predator closing in on its prey. The air thickened with tension as he closed the distance between us, his presence suffocating, every breath I took heavier than the last. His voice was a whisper, dark and low, as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words dripping with something unsettling. "Do you know that?"

I'm almost filled with disbelief that you're mine," he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of awe and ownership. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine, and began to remove his clothes, each motion slow and purposeful, as though claiming something he knew he could never truly possess.

"I'm not a gentleman," he said, his voice rough, before thrusting in.

Pain , as I clawed at his back, my nails leaving angry red trails on his skin. His grip was bruising, his movements relentless, as if he was determined to claim every part of me.

I gasped, my hands trembling as I tried to push him away, but his grip was iron, unyielding. Tears welled in my eyes, spilling over as I choked on a sob, my body caught between fear and agony.

"Shh," he murmured darkly, his breath hot against my ear. "It'll pass. You'll see."

But it didn't. The pain lingered, raw and unrelenting, and I felt myself fracture, splintering beneath the weight of his control. My voice broke as I pleaded, but the words came out in broken gasps, swallowed by the darkness between us.

Each movement sent another wave of pain coursing through me, my body struggling to adjust to the onslaught. I clung to the edge of consciousness, my breaths shallow and desperate, my mind screaming for escape even as my body betrayed me.

"You're stronger than you think," he muttered, his tone almost mocking, as if my vulnerability amused him.

I turned my face away, biting down hard on my lip to stifle another sob, the metallic taste of blood sharp on my tongue. The tears wouldn't stop, streaking my cheeks and soaking into the sheets beneath me.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low but cold, carrying a weight I couldn't ignore. When I didn't obey, his fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.

What I saw in his eyes chilled me to the core. There was no remorse, no hesitation—only a dark, unyielding hunger that told me this was far from over.

My body shuddered, the pain radiating through me as I choked back a sob. His hand pressed me down, unrelenting, his breath harsh against my ear.

"Don't fight it," he said, his voice low and devoid of compassion.

I whimpered, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as tears streaked down my face. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pain through me, sharp and unyielding, tearing through whatever fragments of strength I thought I had left.

My voice broke as I gasped, "Please... stop."

He stilled for a moment, his grip tightening as though my plea was a challenge. His lips brushed my ear, and his words dripped with cruelty.

"No," he whispered. "Not until I've taken everything."

The world blurred, pain and fear drowning out everything else. I closed my eyes, retreating into myself, wishing for the darkness to swallow me whole.

I wasn't sure how long it lasted—time felt distorted, slipping away with every movement, every breath. The pain dulled, replaced by an unsettling silence. When he finally pulled away, a strange sense of relief washed over me, as though I could breathe again. But before I could grasp onto that fleeting moment, he shifted, repositioning himself with a calculated coldness.

A knot tightened in my stomach, dread curling around me like a shadow. My pulse quickened, heart pounding in my ears.

I had hoped for a moment of respite, but the darkness between us hadn't lifted. It was only growing heavier.

The last thing I remembered was him releasing inside me with a groan before darkness overtook me.

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