We sit in another village that has prepared a wedding ceremony under my command. The villagers, driven by fear and the hope of appeasement, have arranged a grand event, their faces pale and eyes hollow. You sit next to me, your posture rigid, eyes fixed on the ground, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on your shoulders.

The ceremonial hall is filled with the scent of incense and the murmurs of fearful villagers. They dare not look directly at me, their King of Curses. The altar is adorned with traditional decorations, a stark contrast to the grim reality of the situation. I glance at you, a cruel smirk playing on my lips.

"Remember," I whisper, my voice a low, dangerous rumble, "You are here because I allow it. Defiance amuses me, but do not mistake it for mercy. Play your part, or I will devour you in one piece." The mouth on my stomach licks my abs, a clear sign of my seriousness.

The villagers begin the ceremony, their voices trembling as they chant the ancient rites. You sit still, your hands clenched in your lap, the defiant spark in your eyes flickering but not extinguished. I take one of my four arms and pull you closer by your waist, growling,

"Your last chance." I lean back, my eyes fixed on you. "No more escaping, no more defiance. You shall entertain me, not make me wanna eat you, stupid woman."