Forced Bride

[Tatiana’s POV]

Pain radiates through me as I slowly begin to regain consciousness, only to find that I’m truly in this hell and it wasn’t all a bad dream. After beating the shit out of me, Fernando had me sent to a small cell that only had a small cot and pot the piss in where I would stay until the next day when our wedding would be taking place.

Groaning, I slowly sit up and peek toward the hall beyond my bars to find that it is empty. What time was it anyway? I didn’t know, but I was sure that it had to be morning given the noise that was erupting from the other cells around me. That meant that guards would be coming to get me at any time, and then I would be forced to be that bastard Fernando’s bride.

Feeling my panic beginning to grow, I wait until the sound of footsteps reaches me. Bracing myself, I wait for two guards to appear and open my door before surging forward and attacking.

It hurts like hell to move thanks to my being beaten by a silver whip, but I don’t give a shit.