Jackson Rippner was who she was promised to. Lacey's parents set this up when Jackson was over in Russia on business. She came from a poor lower class family from Russia. Her parents wanted her to be well taken care of and have the things that she needed. She even used to sell herself to help her parents get food and the things they needed, Lacey of course, just like any other woman, wasn't proud of that, and wishes she could take it back every day. Her parents sent her off with Jackson when she was 20. She was 24 now and they got married when she was 22. She was his possession or at least that's what it felt like. She was nothing but a mere possession to him just like his car's, his watches, and his clothes.

Lacey sighed looking at herself in the mirror. Her wavy dark auburn brown hair hung down to the middle of her back and she had green eyes. She had her hair parted on the side and sighed looking over at what Jackson had picked out for her to wear later this evening when it was just them. The outfit was the most disgusting thing she's ever seen. It was a black nightgown that had the breasts and bottom cut out. Lacey didn't even consider it a nightgown. It just looked like bandages that wrapped around her body that exposed the rest of her body. She did enjoy the sex though, so she thought that was at least an upside.

If the abuse wasn't as bad as it was getting, Lacey would consider Jackson an alright guy and wouldn't mind staying with him. Part of her did love him when they started getting to know each other. She found him fascinating, but after him showing his true colors after six months of marriage, Lacey felt differently. She hated getting beat for not doing like she was told, she hated being lied to and manipulated to feel like she was nothing.

Jackson was obsessed with her and Lacey knew if she tried to leave, he would no doubt, cold heartedly kill her. She remembered hearing sick twisted stories of his first marriage and what happened when she tried to leave. He murdered her in cold blood and didn't care or blink an eye when he did it. Lacey would rather be poor, starving, and suffering from the cold Russian winters than endure the abuse she went through. Lacey knew if she managed to escape, he would find her. He was excellent at tracking people down. She couldn't even go back home to her parents if she wanted to, her parents passed away right after she was married. She had one friend and that was the maid, Jenna.

Speaking of Jenna, Lacey looked up and saw Jenna come into her bedroom. Lacey thought it was ridiculous how they had to sleep in separate beds and have separate bedrooms. Jackson didn't like anyone sleeping next to him, so Lacey had her own bedroom and bed. The bedroom was very luxurious though. Jackson had it professionally done and decorated in her favorite colors and style, as well as her bathroom. An old fashioned chandelier hung down over the center of the room and the carpet was black as well as the walls and the headboard of Lacey's bed. Black was Lacey's favorite color was well as purple.

Lacey got up grabbing her robe covering herself and went over to help Jenna make her bed.

"Lacey, you know if he sees you helping me, it's going to be worse…" Jenna said motioning for Lacey to sit back down.

"Just talk with me." Jenna told Lacey pointing to the chair next to the bed.

Lacey sighed sitting down listening to Jenna.

"Did you see what he picked out for me to wear tonight? It's disgusting." Lacey told Jenna.

Jenna looked over and agreed. She smiled at Lacey though; she loved her thick Russian accent.

"Just wear it, and do as he says."

"I don't want to. I'm not a possession. I'm his damned wife!"

"Men like him… View wives as a possession." Jenna said trying to calm down Lacey.

Lacey sat back sighing in rage, she looked up and saw Jackson standing in her doorway.

"Am I interrupting anything ladies?" He said looking over at his wife. He saw she didn't have her wedding ring on, he looked over at Lacey in anger and told her to grab the outfit he had and to grab her wedding ring and to come with him to his bedroom.

Lacey sighed grabbing the items and followed him. She shut the door behind her and felt an immediate smack to the face. She didn't even grab her face like she used to. She looked at him.

"Are you done?" She asked.

"Not even close my dear Lacey." He said grabbing her ring and forcefully putting it on her ring finger.

Lacey shrieked because she could have sworn he jammed her finger putting the ring back on.

"Put the outfit on." Jackson said lying down on his bed.

"It's disgusting Jackson. No." She told him

"Oh, you're a Russian whore, you should be used to men asking you to do and wear disgusting things."

Lacey closed her eyes feeling a sting to her chest.

"I hate you Jackson Rippner…" She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Jackson asked approaching her.

"I said I love you Jackson Rippner…" Lacey said lying.

"I love you too Lacey Rippner, now, put the outfit on and it'll all be over soon my little Russian whore. And you will love me. Only me and nobody else, is that clear?" Jackson asked looking down at Lacey moving her hair out of her eyes.

Lacey sighed blinking away the tears that were forming and grabbed the outfit putting it on.

"There," Jackson began looking at her.

"Now, doesn't that look nice on you?" Jackson said coming up from behind her grabbing her breast, caressing her nipple while kissing and sucking on her neck.

Lacey closed her eyes blinking away more tears.

"I said!" Jackson said raising his voice gripping her hair.

"Now doesn't that look nice on you?"

Lacey trembled with fear and managed to mumble out yes between sobs.

"I'm glad you agree baby." Jackson said unbuttoning his shirt taking it off. He grabbed Lacey by her hand and pushed her on his bed. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his dresser drawer and handcuffed Lacey to his headboard.

"This is going to be a fun night…" He thought smirking to himself.