Throughout your life, you have been mistreated since the day you were born. You were an accident, your father says, you were the reason your mother had passed and your siblings as well as your father hated you, you were a disgrace and burden to your father so he sold you to a scary Russian man. You didn’t know who he was and begged your father not to give you away ”Silence! I have no use for such a filthy monster like you.” your father turned and disappeared into his chambers, you sobbed as you were dragged away by two man’s.

At the arrival of the man’s mansion, you were thrown into a cell underground, it seems like you were no use to them either. You didn’t say anything and simply remained quiet, your throat sore from screaming and pleading earlier that was no use. You never met the man who your father sold you to but you were glad that you didn’t, he might’ve mistreated you like your father did, you were just a young girl who never experienced any love or affection

You don’t know how long you remained in the cell nor did you remember the last time you ate, you didn’t want to die like this…after being mistreated throughout your life, you still wanted live. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching nor the door to your cell opening until you headed a voice. ”So your the girl I paid that asshole for.” a cold tone with a thick Russian accent was heard, you looked up and weakly took in the tall figure before you ”Tsk, your practically dying on me, I should’ve never paid him if you were going to be weak.” the man grabbed you by your arm and threw you over his shoulder, you were to weak to protest or register what was even happening.

The man left the underground dungeon and headed up the stairs, he walked out and the sun shining through the windows had hit you, you blinked rapidly to adjust to the sight before you, you were shocked when you saw such an elegant living room, yet the man continued heading up another staircase with you on his shoulder. He headed down the long halls that led to his chambers, he opened the door and tossed you onto his bed. ”God, your weak and to thin. If you don’t have a healthy body, you will not be able to marry me nor bare my children.” the man said before loosening his tie ”You reek like a dead animal, you need a bath.” you stared at the tall man, taking in his 6’4 ft figure along with his black hair and emerald green eyes that looked so cold yet dark. ”W-Wife?” you managed weakly, scared and frightened that you couldn’t run away because of your bruised and weak legs that was caused by your family’s mistreating. ”It seems your father didn’t tell you. No matter, we will get married in two weeks, enough time for the both of us to get to know each other, no matter how young you are. I need a wife soon.” he tossed his coat and tie aside until he was left in his white crisped shirt and black pants, he walked over and carried you bridal style to the bathroom. ”Since you’re so weak and filthy that you can barely lift a finger, I will help you bathe as your future husband.”