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Here Comes the Bride

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     The room was dark when you woke, and for a moment you couldn’t remember where you were. Gingerly sitting up, you carefully swung your legs to the floor to stand, almost collapsing when your legs gave out on you. It was the dull throb and ache between your legs that finally clicked, sitting on the edge of the bed. You were home, and Eddie… Looking around the room, you slowly moved to stand again, this time prepared for the momentary weakness before standing. 

     He wasn’t there, your teeth biting into your lower lip as an ache spread through your chest. Of course he’d explained to you that he had things to do, several times, when you’d stared up at him wounded when he’d made to leave. Perhaps that’s why he’d left when you were asleep, he seemed to be of two minds about the way you looked at him…

     Finding a wedding dress waiting in the room, you carefully pulled it from the torso he’d left it on. It was beautiful, as everything he made for you was, and you pulled it over your head before making minute tugs to adjust how it sat. And it fit perfectly as you knew it would. Hands clasping the skirt gently, you swished it about your legs, smiling as you imagined the look in his eyes when he saw you wearing his latest creation. 

     Eager to match the mental image with a real one, you slipped out of the room to go find him. Humming under your breath, dancing on your tiptoes, you stepped over the discarded body parts seeking your husband. Just thinking the word made your entire body hum happily, twirling as you kept the hem of your dress from dragging through the congealing blood you could feel squish between your toes. 

“Husband.’ You whispered into the dark, and couldn’t help giggling with delight as the word hissed back to you as an echo. 

     Still humming, you stared down the hallway to your left, and then your right. Where was your husband? A scream to the right answered your unspoken thought, and you spun again before dancing your way down the hall. In the dark, alone with your humming, you could almost feel Eddie’s hand taking your waist, spinning you as you turned yourself, the way he kissed your forehead. 

     Exiting the hallway into a room you paused, frowning because it was still very dark, and the screaming had stopped. Standing very still, you listened intently and began to feel a less than happy thought begin to percolate in the back of your mind. What if Eddie didn’t want you wandering? Not that you could remember him telling you not to, but more often than not you didn’t leave the cozy nook he’d so lovingly created for the two of you.

     Another scream, this time behind you made you jump, moving away from it as you tried to think through that line of thought and felt it slipping away. In its wake was a hard lump in your throat as you began to walk faster in the dark. You didn’t know why but you were scared, trying desperately to pick up the line of thought you’d been having before. You’d been happy a moment ago and now…

     A small noise could be heard in the dark, and it took you a moment to realize it was your whimper, lifting a hand to cover your own mouth. What you really wanted was your medication, the pills the nurses gave you that made your thoughts quieter. The shot you sometimes got when the medicine wasn’t enough. Wiping at the tears on your face, you felt your feet start to move faster and realized you’d started running. Blindly. In the dark.

     Another scream startled you and you tripped, falling and tumbling as your legs got tangled up in the dress you were wearing. But the rolling came to an abrupt stop as your side hit something, or more accurately someone’s legs. You weren’t supposed to be out of your room, you knew that, and now the doctors were going to be angry, and-

“Where do you think you’re going?’

     Blinking the tears from your eyes, you looked up at the outline and yelped as a hand grasped your arm and yanked you onto your feet. 

“Were you running away?’ His breath was hot on your face, your neck jerking as he shook you, letting out a yel[ when his hand connected sharply with your cheek. “Were you trying to leave me?!’

“Eddie?’ Sniffling, as things began to click into place. 

     Yes, that’s right you’d been looking for him, seeking him out and then the dark had made you think silly things. The doctors weren’t taking care of you, Eddie was. Stumbling after him as he dragged you down the hall, your arm twisted in his grip to reach out and grab hold of his vest. That seemed to appease him slightly, but his voice was low with anger when he spoke again.

“You will never run off again, do you understand?’

     Nodding, even though he couldn’t see it, you doubled your steps to try and keep pace with his stride so he wasn’t dragging you down the hall. You could see the darkness growing dimmer before seeing the outline of the door, one that he pushed open roughly before using his grip on your arm to force you ahead of him. Even though your eyes had had a few moments to adjust to the light you blinked, partially due to the body that lay on the workman’s table. 

     It was more red than anything else, a bloody ruin that whimpered and shifted restlessly as though it couldn’t stay still if it wanted to. The longer you looked, the more you could see, even though your ears were ringing with static. Even though each time you blinked seemed to last longer. Eddie slowly circled around to your peripheral view, and your head immediately turned to look at him.

“Do you see? I was in the middle of something, and had this sudden feeling that you were betraying me.’ Straining to hear him, you started to move closer to him, but the way he was baring his teeth at you filtered through as a bad idea. “So of course I go to assure myself, that my beautiful wife hasn’t run off like a common trollop only to find you missing.’

     Wide eyed, you began to fidget with the lacing on your dress, it’s easy to see that he was well and truly angry. At you. Specifically, and you sniffled as he began to stalk closer. Running would be bad, and you’d made him worry, hurt him.

“I just wanted you to see how pretty I am in the dress.’ You whispered as he got within arm’s reach, taking hold of the skirt on one side to move it, watching as the motion made  it swing against your leg. “I missed you.’

     Staring downwards, you could only just see the way his hands clenched and unclenched, twisting to make the fabric move more. You couldn’t help smiling at the way the fabric gleamed in the light, even with the smears of red from when you’d fallen earlier. Humming, you spun holding out the skirt so it swished, only to come to an abrupt stop at the sight of Eddie’s shoes. Slowly looking up, you met Eddie’s eyes and went still.

“You were... trying to find me... to show me how the dress fit you?’

     He didn’t sound like he believed you, didn’t look like it either. But you stepped back and gave him another twirl after letting go of the skirt so it could flare better. When you stopped he was silently staring at you, and then down to the dress as you smiled brightly at him. It hurt your cheek to smile, but you did it anyway, and watched as the tension slowly left his shoulders.

“You look… beautiful, my darling.’ Voice slow, unsure, he seemed to be struggling with something, trying to puzzle through it. “You really weren’t trying to leave.’

     When you shook your head, the suspicious expression finally faded, but he still wasn’t smiling. Taking hold of your arm again, he turned you to face the table and made you look at the creature still making small pained noises. You didn’t understand, your head beginning to turn towards him but his fingers gripped your chin and made you stop. After he let go you stared at the body writhing weakly, jumping slightly when the sound of something metal scraping on the floor behind you. 

“You’ve made me very upset, darling. Do you understand that?’ When you nodded, he sighed. “I do not like to be made upset.’

     Feeling his fingers lightly pass over your palm, you immediately tried to thread his fingers with yours, but his twisted away to grab your wrist and tug. The smile on your lips faded as you turned to see him, he still wasn’t happy. But he didn’t look so angry anymore, worse he looked… disappointed. A hand on your hip stopped you from moving towards him, the hand that you’d lifted to touch his face stalling mid air in confusion. 

“Some man could have found you in your pretty dress and done terrible things I shudder to think about.’ He finally continued, as he began to move towards the table taking you with him. “Men are terrible things, ruled by their disgusting lusts. Always pawing, and groping, and- ….. A good, virtuous person such as yourself couldn’t possibly understand and I would never want you to.’

     When he paused, expectantly it seemed, you weren’t sure of the question, but you gave a hesitant nod that seemed to please him. That was it, he wanted to be sure you were listening, and of course you were. 

“Good. Now you also understand that I have to punish you for misbehaving.’ That made you blink, attention shifting towards the body on the workman’s table, but Eddie stopped you with a jerk on your wrist. “You swore you would honor and cherish me, did you not?’

     Had you? Obviously you wanted to, but the vows you’d made days ago were little more than white noise when you tried to remember them. Nodding anyway, you watched him slowly shake his head and sigh. 

“I have to punish you for making me worry, I don’t want to but I have to.’

     That… sounded fair? You weren’t sure what was happening, but at the very least he was no longer angry with you, and if punishing you made him less disappointed, then that was okay. More than okay, you were willing to do it without complaint. Since… you had… misbehaved? Your head was starting to hurt, trying to keep pace with Eddie’s logic so you stopped trying and just accepted it. Of course you’d never wanted to make him worry, or be upset, and punishment for doing so was fair. Yes.

“Now, Daddy was in the middle of… things, and had to step away to hun- save you. So we must keep that in mind as well.’ He almost sounded pleased, which made you smile. “If you can manage to take your punishment with the demure grace I know you are capable of, we won’t have to do so ever again.’

     Another nod, your eyes drawn to what had been a human being, and felt a flicker of fear run through you. But he didn’t move the body out of the way, simply turned you and guided your hands to rest on the slats. You couldn’t remember ever having been struck by a belt, and it was not an experience you’d ever thought to go through. He almost seemed excited by the prospect, kissing your shoulder as he carefully rolled the skirt of the dress up, and trying to hide it.

     Still holding on to the slats, you jumped when a hand lightly clasped your hip and tugged, making you bend, your face closer to the body on the table. It stank of blood, and fear, an acrid scent that made your nose wrinkle as you looked at the cuts. You hadn’t realized the body was conscious until you looked towards its face and its eyes met yours. Before you could think anything, the belt landed on your rear end and stole the breath from your throat. 

     It wasn’t terrible, but it hurt, quite a lot and your eyes widened as your mind quickly did a calculation of how much it was going to hurt if each strike was at the same strength. A second strike, and a third had your eyes filling with tears as you bit down on your lower lip. The body was moving, subtly trying to get loose of the restraints. The fourth wrenched a sob from you, and after the first you couldn’t stop, splinters biting into your hands as you cried. 

     A nudge to your foot surprised you and you almost fell, scooting them back, your forehead resting on your arms. It also curved your lower back, something you hadn’t realized was a mistake until the belt landed across your thighs, a section of it also lashing against the delicate bits your new position provided access to. Your legs buckled beneath you, falling to the ground in a sprawl as the wooden slats scraped your hands. 

“Get up!’ He snarled, reaching down to tangle his fingers in your hair and yank upwards. “You earned this punishment, and we will finish it.’

     Struggling to get your feet beneath you, you gamely resumed the position he’d forced you in before he had to do so himself, whimpering an apology as you gripped the wood. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his hand smooth over the welts on your backside, forcing yourself not to pull away as he squeezed the flesh in his hand. It was a whole different sort of pain when he did that, tensing as he let go to prepare yourself for the rest of your punishment. 

     The body on the table had worked one hand free, frantically, and clumsily, pawing at the restraint on the other. But as you opened your mouth to warn Eddie, the belt landed and you screamed instead, going on to the tips of your toes as he struck again and again in rapid succession before stopping. Sobbing with relief, you clung to the wood to keep your feet even as your legs trembled, whining when his hand smoothed over the marks again. 

“Such a sweet girl, for Daddy.’ He purred, and you tensed feeling his hand smooth over the marks on your thigh, breath catching when it dipped between to run his finger tips along your throbbing lips. “You did so well, perhaps I was a bit rough. What do you think?’

     Unsure how to respond, you hesitated only for a moment before cautiously shaking your head. He’d said that you’d deserved to be punished, and if you’d made him worry then he wasn’t wrong. A low noise behind you didn’t translate, until it did, blinking the tears from your eyes. He wanted to fuck you, here, now, your gaze lowering to the body and found that it had finally stopped moving. That was a small blessing, feeling one of Eddie’s hands grasp your hip and the insistent nudge of the head of his cock. 

     You couldn’t help writhing, the delicate flesh already felt raw, protesting the stretch necessary to accommodate him. If he had been touching you more than the hand on your hip to guide your movements, it might not have been so painful. But when you looked over your shoulder, he was arched back slightly to be able to keep looking down at his handiwork. A low groan escaped him, the belt falling with a clatter to the floor, before you felt his hand land a hard smack against the lashes that were surely bright red against your skin. Another landed making you yelp, his cock sliding slowly in and out as your fingers tightened their grip on the slats. Another sharp slap, your spine arching as he thrust in as your entire body clenched. 

“Just like that, darling…’ His hand landed again, hips thrusting forward hard as you clenched tightly around him with a gasp, your body writhing as you tried not to try and escape the hurt. “You won’t ever make me worry about your leaving me again, will you?’

“N-no!’ The hurt was starting to mingle with the pleasure of his thrusts, pressing back against him with a confused whimper in your throat. 

“Good… Good girl.’ 

     His hand slapped down on the welts once more before grasping your hip, and you heaved out a sigh of relief before realizing what both his hands holding you meant. Another whine escaped you as he slowly pulled back, before yanking you back towards him, his pelvis slamming into the welts making you scramble to attempt to get away. But he was stronger than you by a long mile, his hands pulling you back hard enough you could feel the head of him prodding against something deep inside you. 

     Your mind was so focused on the hurt that the pleasure that had been slowly building alongside it blindsided you, crashing through your body and dragging a scream from your throat that echoed through the room. The slats creaked ominously before snapping, barely managing to catch yourself before landing face first on the corpse in front of you. Hands sticky and burning from the pressure, you tried to push away but Eddie’s thrust didn’t allow for it.

     Whining you struggled to push back and felt his fingers dig into your hips, could only just hear his raspily gasped praises as your noises of frustration filled your ears. His hands held you tight as he got closer, thrusting fast and hard until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, before finally rutting hard against you as he came. Dropping to the ground when he released you, your back arched as you landed hard on your backside, twisting to rest on your hip instead. 

“Darling, I-’ He paused, leaning over you to look at the body on the table, his lips twisting into a frown. “Oh, I’d forgotten that I…’

     A soft hum escaped him, absently tucking his softening cock back into his pants, before turning his attention back to you and holding out a hand. Taking it, you let him pull you to your feet, wincing as he carefully resettled the fabric of your skirt correctly. Another wince as he lightly patted your backside fondly, before picking you up in his arms and kissing your temple. 

“You are a very good girl, I’d forgotten that in my anger.’ Voice a low croon, he hummed as he began to walk, carrying you in the direction of the “bedroom”. “But I will strive not to forget in the future, and you will never upset me like that again. Agreed?’

“Mmhmm.’ You didn’t trust your throat, it felt almost as raw as your backside and thighs. 

     Arms moving to go around his shoulders, you gripped tighter when he suddenly spun as he continued to hum. The sound of his footsteps loud in the now empty halls. It hadn’t been the absolute worse thing, just very intense and you didn’t like that part at all. Eddie’s nose skimmed your cheek, and you turned your head to kiss his, feeling the rough scar tissue under your lips. But this part was okay.