I met him while I was in high school. I was in my senior year, and he came to the school to give a lecture on his job as a former SEAL, now working for a private company that handled security issues for other companies, celebrities, and the sorts. His speech had been inspiring. I was sure some of the guys graduating with me that year, joined the navy thanks to his words.
Charismatic, handsome, rich, and powerful. That was an intoxicating combination, and I fell for it from the beginning, though Daniel didn’t know I even existed.
My mother’s refusal to pay for college made me wholly committed to getting a full scholarship in a local business school. I had to work my ass off making ends meet, so I didn’t have time for partying or dating. So, when I saw Daniel again, I had just come out of college with an MBA degree and still a virgin.
I met him at a party, given by a friend who graduated with me. Her family was wealthy and the party was crowded with influential people in the business and political world.
When I saw him, I couldn’t stay away. I walked right up to him and told him about that visit to my high school. He didn’t remember me, but this time he noticed me.
We started dating and before I knew it, I was walking down the aisle to marry him. He insisted on waiting for the wedding night to deflower me… his words, not mine.
It was a good thing… for him, of course. Had I known what he expected of me in the marriage bed, I might have turned him down. The whole night was a bad dream I couldn’t wake from.
Daniel had rented a small cabin at the lake though it was midfall, and it was too cold to fully appreciate what the place had to offer. The reason for his strange choice was soon revealed. With no one around, he had the liberty to take off his mask and show me his true colors.
We got married in a small ceremony, for the closest family and friends, followed by lunch in a nearby restaurant. Nothing fancy, but then I had been so infatuated, it all seemed romantic. After all, there were only twenty people at the reception. Other than his best man, Daniel hadn't taken anyone with him.
He told me he hadn't spoken with his family in years and that he was happy with the situation, and so was I.
We had left right after lunch and reached the cabin he had rented by nightfall.
Things changed the moment he slammed the car door and practically dragged me out of the vehicle, straight up to the bedroom.
A little scared, I kept telling myself I should be flattered by his eagerness, but when he tore off my wedding dress, I was terrified.
“Let’s see if you were worth my trouble,” he said, his face twisted scornfully, as he pushed me, naked trembling onto the bed.
I had never been so scared in my life. When he started to take off his clothes, I simply snapped and jumped out of bed, making a run for it. Unfortunately, I didn’t go very far.
He captured me when I was trying to open the door and fisting my hair, he dragged me back to the bed.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I’ve waited long enough for you,” he snarled, climbing on the bed and straddling me.
“Daniel… please… what’s are you doing?” I asked, feeling confused and scared, but he didn’t bother answering my questions.
He slapped my face hard, back and forth a few times, ripping an incredulous sob from my lips. Then he put his hand to my throat and leaned his face close to mine.
“Shut up, bitch… these are the rules. You’re mine to do with what the fuck I see fit. It’s your duty as my wife to obey me, and defying me will entail proper punishment,” he announced, his tone so cold and cruel I trembled.
“You can’t do this…” I protested, but he rapidly shut me up, slapping me so hard, he split my lip.
“Who’s going to stop me?” he mocked me as he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out.
Pinning me down to the bed by the neck, he slid down my body, forced me to spread my legs, and penetrated me with one single raw thrust, forcing his cock up my dry canal, tearing me open and ravishing my innocence.
When he was done, I was bleeding so much, I thought I was going to die. Looking back, sometimes, I wish I had. He raped me so many times that same night I could barely move in the morning.
But he gave me no respite. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me to the kitchen and forced me to cook for him while listening to his insults. He sounded frustrated and disappointed. He had no trouble telling me what a waste of time I had been, and that he should never have married me.
I made the stupid mistake of telling him I would gladly disappear from his life, and before I knew it, he bent me over the kitchen table and held me down while he raped me in the ass.
The following days had been a copy of the first one, though he refrained from hitting me in the face again. Despite my tanned skin, bruises would show too much, and he couldn’t afford that. Not if he wanted to maintain the perfect couple story, he had fed the people around us.
When we got back to New York, he locked me in his apartment while he went to work, but I still had access to the phone, so I called my mother, hoping for support. But my mother had ignored all the hints I gave her about my real situation and scolded me for not even trying to become a good wife.
With no prior experience and no one I could ask something so intimate, I was trapped in a nightmare.
Shaking my head, I pushed aside the memories and watched the night giving way to the dark, cold day. It was still snowing, but the storm was over, so I would be able to leave this place and put all of this behind me.
