I Love You Daddy

Revenge is oh so sweet... Girls have no say in our culture. Men control the world that we live in. The only ones that can exact our revenge are the ones who come back. The ones that show that the dead don't always stay that way.
(For the 'Coldest Girl In Coldtown' competition)

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4. Chapter Three

My heart raced as I walked down the isle of people. I could see Keir at the end. I swallowed, trying to remove the lump in my throat as tears began to build in my eyes.

Was that an exit?

I briefly entertained the idea that I could run and no one would catch me. But no.

I had to go through with this. I reached the end of the isle. Keir stared at me, his eyes boring into mine. He grasped my hands tightly in his. I couldn’t hear what the priest was saying as blood roared through my ears. When the silk cord was wrapped around our hands binding us together I could only think of the pain I would have to endure.

Finally it was over. I was his. He lifted my veil and I closed my eyes as his lips pressed against mine.

My first kiss.

Given to a man I hated.

People cheered as Keir and I made our way back.

Things were a wild blur after that. We danced, we sang, we drank and we ate. Isla came up to me and whispered sweet words of support. We'd be lucky if we saw each other again. Father watched me, making sure I didn’t embarrass him. People came up to us and told us how lucky we were to find love so young.

I noticed an old woman watching me; sorrow filled her eyes as she gazed at me with pity. She knew.

I smiled to show how happy I was.

Inside I was screaming.

 

A chill that ran up my spine as I walked into Keir's bedroom. I heard the door close behind me and then heard him move towards me. My body froze as he put his hands round my waist and pulled me against him so I could feel him harden against me.

Slowly he started to unlace my dress. It dropped to the floor. He pulled my léine over my head so that I was naked before him.

I shuddered.

“Go and lie face up on the bed.”

I did as I was told. Keir pulled his tunic over his head, discarding it on the floor. He did the same with his trousers and undergarments. His mouth was suddenly on my neck, my breasts and then on my mouth.

I didn’t want this.

“Keir stop. Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. I squirmed against him in discomfort.

“Keep still and quiet,” he breathed against my neck. “I want to enjoy this.”

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch what he was about to do. His body covered mine.

Stop.

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