Desolance
"Mon Cheri, it's time."
Aurore wiped a tear from her eye. She stood up, inhaled deeply and adjusted her corset.
Her silver boudoir mirror was blurred by a morose fog.
She dressed in the finest silk dress and adjusted the peach coloured rose on her bodice.
"You're taking awfully long to get ready."
He swept through the door.
In a few large strides he was near her, and seized her waist from behind.
His icy cold lips grazed the back of her neck.
Aurore's retaliations died in her throat.
"I will be the first man to kiss you,
To bed you.
whether you come willingly or not.
You will be mine.
and mine alone.
Do you understand?"
She stood upright and rigid, every single bone in her body frozen in its socket.
"Yes."
Her feeble murmur trembled like a falling leaf.
"Good. Now we must leave."
With a final look at her luxuriously furnished boudoir, she closed the door behind her and followed Count Kalliovski down the steps.
Each step seems to bring her nearer to her demise.
She could feel the icy cold flames leaping from the stairwells.
A deafening crash resounded within the marble walls of the chapel jolted Aurore awake.
"I'm terribly sorry about it Mademoiselle."
The hair dresser bent down to pick up the tray of combs and hair accessories.
She combed long ice blond hair was worn long, twisted and wound with ribbons,
coiled and pinned up.
She is a sight to behold.
The evening sun filtered through the stained glass windows and shone on Aurore's face.
Her aristocratic features are became more prominent in he light.
Her black eyes were down cast and her long lashes framed them like wide spread fans.
She stared at the hungarian rose bouquet in her hands.
This is it.
She is going to throw herself away,
into the arms of the devil.
Many were present at the reception, clapping emotionlessly.
The words "I do" escaped her mouth, barely audible, but still heard.
As the priest closed the bible, something broke inside of her.
Something final, like a fullstop to her life.
The chandelier swayed in the night wind. The light flickered.
Count Kalliovski took off his feathered hat in disdain.
Aurore watched silently as he unbuttoned his jacket, his long lean fingers dancing around the gold buttons.
Suddenly stopped midway, pausing dramatically.
"Undress me."
He stared Aurore straight in the eye.
Her fingers trembling, she started where he left off.
His jacket is made of the finest dark blue velvet, intricately embroidered with silver vines.
Kalliovski shook off his jacket impatiently waved at her to put it away.
She stood beside the door, praying silently that he will let her go.
It's the money he wants, not me.
He motioned her to come over.
"It has come to my attention, that I'm still in my waist coat. I don't feel very..
undressed."
She fumbled with the button.
His hand closed on her wrist, and the other went straight for her neck.
He grabbed her jaw with his right hand, fingers closing around her skin like a vice.
"Such soft skin.. like velvet.
I've never got around to tell you how very much taken I am to your rare beauty, mon cherie.
It's our wedding night.
We're, expected, to consummate.
It means, you'll have to pleasure me."
"I don't know how to sir."
Aurore's voice echoing with desperation, her eyes smarting with tears.
She felt like a caged prey, her predator circling around her, preparing to tear her into pieces after he had his fun.
"Alas. Such innocence."
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