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“Come to bed, my bride. Take your gown off.” Conrad rubbed the empty space beside him.
I could do this; I had to do this. Taking a deep breath, I remembered another Ivory tradition. Peeling the blanket back, I saw the white towel waiting for me to lay on to ensure I’d bleed. To ensure I was pure and only Conrad’s.
“I’m going to the powder room for a moment. I’m a bit nervous. First time…” I added awkwardly as Conrad nodded and pointed toward the bathroom.
Hurrying away, I looked around the bathroom, quietly opening drawers until my eye caught a pair of sharp tweezers.
Hitting my head against my palm, I shook.
“Demi, come on!” Conrad called out to me.
Taking a deep breath in and exhaling, my fingers trembled as I slowly pushed the tweezers in between my legs and inside of me. I clenched my teeth together, as I pinched tiny cuts inside.
Tugging the tweezers out, I rinsed them off and put them away as the pain seared inside me. Rushing back, I looked at Conrad and quickly climbed into bed, laying on the white towel.
He immediately crawled over my body. “I’m going to make love to you tonight.” He leaned down and bit my bottom lip, tugging it and kissing my mouth aggressively. He didn’t attempt to do anything else; he just shoved himself inside me and began thrusting. It felt like sandpaper as he groaned my name. Slamming my eyes shut, I tried to escape this moment and finally, I saw it.
I saw the ocean with the rocks and a boat… with Bradley waiting for me.
I’m going to be there, soon. I’ll be in the place that my mind finally can escape to. Warmth filled inside me as Conrad yelled out and slammed his hand against the headboard.
Sliding out of me, he looked down at the towel.
“My virgin.” He tugged the towel from under me and proudly lifted the red-stained material like it was his trophy.
I had already started taking the birth control that Bradley gave me but it might have not been long enough to work. But it had to work. Or at least, I had to cling to the hope that this wouldn’t lead to pregnancy.
“Get me the whiskey. It should be sitting on your end table, babe.” I looked over and saw the glass sitting there. Was it laced?
Reaching over, I handed it to Conrad, which he drank slowly, making obnoxious noises as he swallowed it down.
“Tomorrow, I expect you to participate and not just lay there like a damn blow-up doll, Demi,” Conrad hissed at me before sighing and closing his eyes.
When I didn’t move or answer him, he barked, “Say, yes sir!”
“Yes, sir.” I wish I had put the damn poision pill inside his whiskey, but I needed it more than him if anything happened with Bradley’s plan.
I watched as he fell asleep and waited at least thirty minutes in sheer fear that he’d wake. Pathetically, I considered taking the pill and just laying here until it killed me.
I was scared to leave. I was afraid that what was out there may not be better than what was in here.
Shaking my head, I slid out of bed, quickly wiped myself clean, and looked around. I spotted Conrad’s keycard and grabbed it off the nightstand.
I didn’t have anything to wear, but as I walked to Daphne’s closet, I saw a suitcase with my name on the tag.
Sinking to the floor, I kept pacing my eyes between Conrad and the luggage. Pulling out bikinis, lace lingerie, and designer dresses, I realized it was packed for our honeymoon.
Grabbing a few pieces, I ran to the bathroom. Tugging the white, lace mini dress on, I slid a pair of reflective sunglasses on and a giant white hat. It didn’t make sense since it was night now, but it’s how I wanted to be when Bradley saw me. It’s how I wanted to think of the next chapter of my life.
I didn’t want to think of it as an escape; I wanted to think of it as the beginning I never had. Looking in the mirror, I grabbed the mouthwash and gargled as much as I could until the alcohol burned. A tube of the deep red lipstick was on the counter, and I didn’t know why, but I rolled it up and coated my lips in the sticky, matte color. It was comforting in a demented way knowing I had the choice to wear it.
Sliding out of the bathroom, I took one last look at Conrad before swiping the keycard against the panel and watched the door open.
“Goodbye, husband.”
Picking up my pace, I didn’t go to the front door first, I went to the Ossis wing. Sliding the keycard against every panel of every door, they all slid open and I began to scream.
“Run!” I waited a moment, peeking into the rooms. The women all laid there with their short white gowns, bald heads, and desolate eyes.
