Marrying a Boxer | H.S.

Prologue

I sit still. Looking at him, carefully, and with fear. I never thought I would be so afraid of him. I try to move my hands, but they are restrained by the metal handcuffs. My wrists hurt. The metal bites into my skin, bruising it.

"Please, let me go!" I scream. He turns his head towards me. Eyes filled with malice. The eyes of a predator. His face is hostile. He raises his hand and slaps me across the face.

"Shut up!" He shouts. My head hangs low. My hair falling forward, as a curtain. Tears rush down my face. I sob. He fists my hair and lifts my head, so I'm facing him. "I don't want you to speak a word." He lets go of my hair and picks up a roll of duct tape. He rips a piece with his teeth and tapes my mouth so I am unable to speak.

"This marriage was a stupid mistake. I fell in love with you, but you decided to love him. So guess what, sweetheart? If I can't have you, no one can." He whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.