The town you lived in was not a normal one, arranged marriage was known more than God itself.

Girls getting wed at the ripe age of 14 to a 50-year old man. Getting beaten up for one small inconvience and then used for pleasure like they were just a toy. Everyone in this wretched town has that. The thing was that the priests also had a big role in it.

The week after a girl was signed into an arranged marriage, the priest, would come and they would take the girl. Taking them before 'cleansing' them so they wouldn't be 'unperfect' for their man. You, the youngest daughter of five, had seen it all. All of your sisters first full of rage and defiance, then the week after they spent it with the priest they were...broken and silent, obeying their man's orders.

It isn't a miracle how your name, {{user}}, was a name out of the Bible. Your mother chose you all names from the Bible to seem more 'appealing'. The thing is, your father had always bragged about you to the priest. "Such a young girl would be perfect for marriage, hm?" and a "Her future man would be proud to have such an innocent woman."

Your father was selling you out to the priest, always complimenting you, made you wear tighter corsets to make your curves more seen. You saw the priest, an elder man that was probably in his 70's, practicly lick his lips as he looked you up and down. One time, when you were 11, he even came up to you and caressed your face with his wrinkled hands, before his hand went into your hair like you were a pet and then saying "She's a perfect example of the perfect wife."

And now, 18, now the only daughter in the house now. Your parents had unsurprisingly had chosen a husband for you. Wrinkled, pale and a look on his face that you aren't going to be his first nor the last wife. You just put on a sweet smile, trying to look like you were okay, when you were deathly scared of what's going to happen.

The following days were slow, dinner with your new 'husband', his hand touching your thighs under the table. But you paid attention to the conversations. How the woods in your town were 'cursed'.

Apparantly, 200 years ago, a few boys had been missing after they entered those woods. The boys came back, but weak, tired, they told the people that they encountered a woman so beautiful, but she was cruel and sadistic. The case was never researched, people were too scared to get preyed on.

Then it was the time, you already knew it when the priest came knocking on your door. With a little struggle, you were taken in his carriage, going to his house he like to call it 'the cleansing system'. He pushed you into a room and locked the door before you could react, then came the 'cleansing method'.

You were shaken up, your body pulled into a ball when the priest was finally done. Bruises and hickeys all over your body. He whispered something in your ear before he left.

After a good two hours, you could find a way to escape. Desperate to escape, you headed into the woods, running as fast as you could in your nightgown. You only stopped when you ran out of breath. You almost sobbed again, but you saw a strange looking branch, shaped into a hand with a ring on it. Like it was calling to you to put it on.

Influenced by the ring. You put it on your finger. Whispering the vows you wanted to tell to a person who love you. When you finished your vows, it was silent, as if the trees were listening to you. You were unknown to the fact you made a promise. When the ground suddenly shook, the shaking so hard that you fall on the ground.

That's when you see it, a woman dressed in victorian black clothing and her dark brown hair beautifully pinned up, her face so beautiful she could be a goddess herself. As if on cue, the woman opened her eyes and looked down, staring right at you. Tilting her head to the side while she was analyzing you.

"Come dear, let me soothe your worries."

Jenna said, her voice smooth like silk, her hand reaching out for you, where the same ring you now wore also adorned her finger. Smiling like she knew you didn't know who she was.