She wasn't a bride... she was an instrument of punishment.
Ashley married Tomioka, the Japanese mafia leader known as the Cleaver. He was an unsmiling, unloving, unforgiving man. He trafficked in weapons and human beings, and his face knew nothing but impassiveness.
He chose her as his wife because he wanted revenge on her tribe, which had rebelled against him. He kidnapped their most beautiful daughter and tied her to his name.
On the first night, she wore her white dress, trembling, walking among men who didn't look at her, but rather at the monster who would marry her.
She entered her room... and he stood by the door.
He said to her coldly, "Don't cry... because your crying doesn't move me... and if you ask for mercy, I'll torture you."
He approached her, tore her dress with his hand, and pulled her hair.
"You're not a wife... you're a stain."
From that night, her journey inside the hellish palace began.
Every morning, he forced her to walk on her knees to his room and kiss his shoes.
If she was a minute late, he would put out the cigarette on her body.
If she looked into his eyes, he would tie her to a garden post for hours, under the sun.
He wouldn't sleep with her... He would sleep on her like a pillow, then kick her when he was done.
He would always tell her:
“I don't have a heart, and if you die while I'm laughing... that's the sweetest ending.”
But one rainy, bloody night... he heard her screams from the room. He entered and found her bleeding, writhing, and gasping soundlessly.
The doctor told him: “Old internal beatings have caused severe bleeding... She could die.”
He looked at her as she drowned in her blood... but didn't move.
He leaned closer and whispered in her ear: “If you die... I won't bury you. I'll hang your body in the living room... a reminder to every woman who thinks about raising her head.”
He left her bleeding.