Page 32 of The Nightshade's Bride
“Maybe heisthe father of my child,” I seethed, forgetting to be cautious. “You would deserve it, for having a mistress. Why don’t you put your face in her dirty cunny and stop bothering me!”
Before I could get another word out, he had picked me up by the back of my dress and was hauling me up the stairs, giving me hard spanks all around my sensitive regions as I struggled to avoid them.
“Why did you marry me?” I screamed at him as he hauled me up, one step after the other. “Why couldn’t you have fucked your mistress and left me out of it?”
Surely his arm had to get sore from reddening my bottom?
“Have you no shame?”
But as he put me down with a smirk, I knew my wicked, lying husband did not.
“Oh, poor little Deliverance. Perhaps you should’ve thought of that before opening your legs like a slut.”
“You tricked me!” I hissed.
A slow, taunting smile spread over his face.
“Yes, I did. And guess what, wife? It doesn’t matter. You are trapped here with me. I will have whatever mistresses I please and you will be forced to stay here like a good girl andtake whatever I give you.”
Then he set me down firmly in my room and gave my sore bottom a little push.
“I’ll be back for that dripping wet lying little cunny whenever I please. But now Ada has been a good girl and you have not, so she gets my prick.”
With a slam of the door and a grinding of the lock, he was gone and I threw myself at the unyielding wood in despair.
What kind of life would there be for my baby here? Ada would always hate and despise my child and what would happenafter I gave birth? Surely Gideon would find I had lost my usefulness as a womb and kill me then.
As I walked toward my bed, I could tell instantly that the wet spot had spread, the floor sinking beneath my toes with a soft squishy feel.
What had caused this sudden change?
I tried to edge around it as best I could, but, as I neared my bed—the floor suddenly crumbled silently away under my feet.
And I fell.
The floor opened into a massive wet cavern below me, and I slid like a wet and soggy droplet through the sopping wood, landing hard somewhere below.
And for a time I knew no more, only the persistent scent of rot in my nostrils. . .
CHAPTER 15
Deliverance
Ido not know how long I lay insensible, but I awoke to a feeling of sick misery in an unfamiliar room.
Every one of my limbs ached, and it felt like there was cotton-wool in my head.
Even my throat felt dry and scratchy.
There was an unfamiliar servant sitting in a chair across from me, and my body had a variety of noxious smelling poultices on it.
What had happened?
With a sickening jolt the memories came back to me.
My baby!I thought instantly, hands so heavy and sore I could barely move them, but desperate to feel all over my stomach with trembling fingers.
I've lost my child, I thought despairingly, and I turned my head to the wall and wept.
