Born To Kill: Prologue

“What makes you think I would hurt you?” For a second, I thought I was talking to a guy who hadn’t killed a hundred men before him. I hugged my knees and dug my face in it. I prayed to God that he meant what he said. I want our marriage to work. I was hoping that I could make him love me. I’m allowed to hope, right? 

“What makes you so sure that you wouldn’t?” I couldn’t keep my voice from shaking. He reached out and touched my bare shoulder, I jumped at the instance his skin touched mine. I looked up and his face bore an emotionless expression. I looked deep into his eyes and I thought I saw a hint of weakness. 

“Let’s just sleep. I’m exhausted.” He turned the lights off and slept on the other side of the bed. Tonight, was supposed to be our wedding night. I would feel different if I weren’t forced into this. But what did my feelings matter. I’m just a woman, nothing more than to warm my husband’s bed, to give him pleasure. I moved to the other side of the bed and when I couldn’t get a wink of sleep, I stood up and moved to the sofa near the window. I stared at the beautiful view in front of me: a single pine tree in the middle of a blank plane covered with snow. Winter came early this year. I smiled at the falling snowflakes. How I wished I were still a child, oblivious to the world our family is in. My eyelids became heavy and before I knew it, I dozed off.