SweetLikeCottonCandy
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I'm cold, shivering, stumbling down the country road at dusk. It's the middle of nowhere, and I've been walking for hours. My feet hurt. My coat is in my boyfriend-make that ex-boyfriend-'s car. He ripped it off if me as he pushed me out of the car. Tears stream down my frozen cheeks. I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to sleep. Nothing to eat. I'm about to sit on the side of the road when I hear it- someone is chopping wood.
I walk a little further and I see a cabin sitting back off the road, smoke billowing out the chimney. I try to run toward it, but my toes are numb from the cold and I fall. I put my face in my hands and sob. I don't know how long I sit this way, but I suddenly feel myself being lifted off the ground.
"Are you ok ma'am?" he asks as he stands me upright. I nod, then lose my balance. "You're freezing" he says, putting rough, calloused hands on my arms to steady me. "What happened? Why are you walking alone?"
Words tumble from my mouth. They spill out. Too much information. I'm so miserable and upset that I don't even realize how much I've said until I've said too much. I tell him that my boyfriend wanted to have sex. That I said no. That he became angry and shoved me from the car and sped off. That I have no one else and I'm alone in the world now.
"Why did you tell him no?" I look up at him, shocked by the question. It's personal, and I'm embarrassed. "Why?", he asks again. I shake my head to indicate that I don't want to talk about it. He fixes me with a steely gaze then says "If you want to go to my cabin, I want an answer". I look toward the cabin. It looks cozy. Warm. Safe. I look up at his face. It's rugged but handsome. I blush and whisper "i've never...". His eyes widen and he asks "how old are you?" I tell him I'm 21. I can see wheels spinning in his brain, but he just nods then picks me up and carries me to his cabin, where he sets me in a chair at the table. "When did you last eat?", he asks. I tell him it was breakfast yesterday, and he makes a sandwich and sets it in front of me with a glass of water.
"You have no one?", he asks. I shake my head as I tear into the sandwich. He thinks, watching me, and then he drops a bombshell. "You can stay, but you follow my orders. My neighbor is a preacher. I'll go get him, and he will marry us tonight. You cook. You take care of the house. You do what I say. But I can't have a virgin sleeping over that isn't my wife. People will talk. It will ruin you."
I stare at him. He finally says "are you marrying me or spending the night walking in the dark on a wooded highway?" I continue to stare, wide-eyed. He sighs and says "I won't hurt you. I'll take care of you. I'll be good to you. I WILL have sex with you, but not tonight. We can wait a short while, but you need to do what I say... and that includes with your body. What do you say?" I look up at him and nod. I have no other choice. He leaves to get the preacher. 45 minutes later, I'm his wife and he's my husband.
(More coming in a few minutes. Pics will come, as well)
I walk a little further and I see a cabin sitting back off the road, smoke billowing out the chimney. I try to run toward it, but my toes are numb from the cold and I fall. I put my face in my hands and sob. I don't know how long I sit this way, but I suddenly feel myself being lifted off the ground.
"Are you ok ma'am?" he asks as he stands me upright. I nod, then lose my balance. "You're freezing" he says, putting rough, calloused hands on my arms to steady me. "What happened? Why are you walking alone?"
Words tumble from my mouth. They spill out. Too much information. I'm so miserable and upset that I don't even realize how much I've said until I've said too much. I tell him that my boyfriend wanted to have sex. That I said no. That he became angry and shoved me from the car and sped off. That I have no one else and I'm alone in the world now.
"Why did you tell him no?" I look up at him, shocked by the question. It's personal, and I'm embarrassed. "Why?", he asks again. I shake my head to indicate that I don't want to talk about it. He fixes me with a steely gaze then says "If you want to go to my cabin, I want an answer". I look toward the cabin. It looks cozy. Warm. Safe. I look up at his face. It's rugged but handsome. I blush and whisper "i've never...". His eyes widen and he asks "how old are you?" I tell him I'm 21. I can see wheels spinning in his brain, but he just nods then picks me up and carries me to his cabin, where he sets me in a chair at the table. "When did you last eat?", he asks. I tell him it was breakfast yesterday, and he makes a sandwich and sets it in front of me with a glass of water.
"You have no one?", he asks. I shake my head as I tear into the sandwich. He thinks, watching me, and then he drops a bombshell. "You can stay, but you follow my orders. My neighbor is a preacher. I'll go get him, and he will marry us tonight. You cook. You take care of the house. You do what I say. But I can't have a virgin sleeping over that isn't my wife. People will talk. It will ruin you."
I stare at him. He finally says "are you marrying me or spending the night walking in the dark on a wooded highway?" I continue to stare, wide-eyed. He sighs and says "I won't hurt you. I'll take care of you. I'll be good to you. I WILL have sex with you, but not tonight. We can wait a short while, but you need to do what I say... and that includes with your body. What do you say?" I look up at him and nod. I have no other choice. He leaves to get the preacher. 45 minutes later, I'm his wife and he's my husband.
(More coming in a few minutes. Pics will come, as well)
