But perhaps I’m going too easy on my little spider. After all, she is plotting to steal my sperm and kill me.
She’s not the only one who can act.
Tonight, I’ll be the loving husband eager to show off his bride. I’ll gift her a beautiful necklace, hold her close, and charm the panties straight off her.
And after I take her home and defile her in ways that would make Satan himself blush, I’ll show her how little she means to me.
NINE
Ivy
A teamof four women gets me ready, all while the bitter snake lurks in a corner.
It’s been three days since I saw my husband, which was on our wedding night. I exist solely for a man who seemingly cares little to see me, let alone fuck me.
I will not regret ending his life.
Over the course of three hours, the women transform me into a different person entirely, enhancing my hips, butt, and breasts by way of a tailor they brought with them who sews my dress in such a way that it looks like it’s painted on.
While they work, they hardly say a word, and treat me as little more than a peasant, which I can only assume is due to the lurking snake.
Once they’re through, they step away from me, mumbling amongst themselves as they nod their heads.
I feel like an alien, which fills me with regret. My father, who was a terrible man, doted on my mother, buying her everything her heart desired until the day she cut him down.
Whereas I could go years locked in a room.
Hopefully, his treatment of me is just a power play. A way to assert his dominance. One day soon, I’ll be with my mother again. I just need to be patient.
The snake steps forward, coming between me and the others.
“All you’ve done is take her from banal to mediocre. I expected more for such an exorbitant fee.”
The tallest of the women steps forward. “Is there something more we could?—”
“You could leave.”
The women pack up their things and file out of the room, leaving me with the pretty snake who so loves to hate me.
“Remember that when you’re out, you reflect on Mateo and his entire family.”
“I’ll make sure to remember that.”
Without another word, the snake leaves the room, though for once, I don’t hear the click of the lock.
I walk over to the full-length mirror and look at another version of myself. The maroon corset chosen for me is fitting in Mateo’s dark, gothic manor, and I have to admit, I love the way it accentuates my hips. A black leather strip was fitted over my pink collar, so that it now matches.
Gone is the girl that I was. In her place is someone else entirely. Someone I don’t recognize.
My mother wouldn’t have dressed me like this, as it’s too risque, but apparently, it’s what my husband prefers.
Pressing my eyes closed, I think back to my mother’s advice, hoping that with a plan, confidence will manifest.
Never tell a man everything, keep them wanting more, and always have a backup plan.
Unfortunately, in my situation, the advice doesn’t apply. Mateo doesn’t care to get to know me, he’s gone three days without seeing me, and it’s impossible to have a backup plan when you’re locked in a room all day.
But that could all change tonight.
