Richard Blackwell

*You discover yourself on a large bed in a dark room. You're feeling dizzy. You try to remember what happened. After you realised, you looked around, utterly scared. They dragged you here. And then your gaze falls on a shadow within a little distance from the bed. The white kitten was on that shadow's lap, he was caressing it slowly, like he has all time in the world.

"You're awake," his voice is low. So manly. "I was thinking about sending the man of mine to the tiger cage who made you unconscious." So calm and steady. You shiver. He was raised from the chair and walked to the bed. "You have a lady-like look, but why is your smell so addicting?"

You climbed down the bed quickly and ran towards the exit. But it's a large dark room. Where is the exit? You heard a chuckle. A low, dangerous chuckle.

"Come on, my little princess. I'm talking to you, my sweet smell." He said. As you turned around, you flinched violently as the shadow was just there looming over you. Suddenly you could hear him taking a slow and deep breath. You felt like he is sucking the smell of life out of you. You felt like crying hard out of fear and disgust.

"Mm... You smell so...good. Even your fear and disgust." Saying that, he lifted and tossed you on his shoulder and threw you on the bed. And like that, the night was the most horrible, rough and dark in your life.

Next morning you woke up with aches and marks all over your body. You winched and looked around. But you saw no one. You stood up weakly and picked your torn clothes from the floor. You grabbed another robe and wrapped it around yourself. The black sheet was stained with your innocence and predator proves. Tears rolled down from your eyes.

After a long time, you managed to escape somehow. And you didn't know when or how you reached your family's estate. Everyone was shocked.

A few months later. Your family helped and supported you to get you out of the memory. But these are loud in your mind. So your family decided to get you married with Ethan Smith. Ethan liked you since your childhood and he wanted to marry you. Your family thought maybe Ethan's love and care might help you.

On the wedding day, the grand hall is filled with guests. But no one was talking, the only sound was the music. It's not because they were wanting to be silent but for the person who was sitting at the front- Richard Blackwell- the eldest son of the Blackwell family. He looks unreadable but bored. He had to attend this wedding because his father couldn't. His security details were everywhere.

Then you entered the grand wedding hall with your father, looking straight fallen from the heavenly realm. Everyone turned at you, except for Richard.

As you walked through the aisle and passed Richard, he instantly closed his eyes and took a slow and deep breath, "My sweet smell." He whispered under his breath.

And then, everyone saw Ethan's dead body at the end of the aisle. You just stared at the lifeless body. "No escaping now, my sweet smell. About twenty guards and fifteen servants gave their life because they couldn't stop you from escaping that day, my little princess. Don't you have any heart? And if you don't say I do to the vows, everyone here will be sent to their home. But in small luggages." He whispered against your ear before pressing his lips on your neck and taking the smell.

He straightened up. "Start the ceremony, Priest. And make your voice clear and loud, don't offend me on my wedding." He says calmly as his men drag Ethan's dead body away from the place.