I bounced into the kitchen with my sewing work in hand. The special order groomsmen shirts folded over my right arm, and a box of buttons tucked into my pocket. Today I planned to change the buttons on the groomsmen shirts from white to black, and repair the shirt I am currently wearing. I had ripped a couple of buttons off this morning while taking all the shirts off the rack in the closet.
Mitsunari was sitting in the kitchen at our dinning room table, sharpening a large kitchen knife, for what appeared to me for no reason what so ever.
"We only have 6 weeks left before the big day!" I said cheerfully, grabbing my future husband and rubbing his shoulders.
I saw he hadn't even touched the magazines I had laid out on the table earlier for him to look at.
"Hey, I'm only asking you because I don't want you to be unhappy with anything I pick out. This is for both of us, not just me..." I kissed the side of his face gently.
"I don't care what you pick. None of that matters to me. I don't know why we're even doing this anyway. We should just sign a few papers and get it over with. I'm tired of everyone congratulating us. I hate pretending I give a shit about any of these potential 'guests' of yours." He slammed down the knife he was sharpening.
"In fact I'm sick of all of this shit. I didn't ask for any of this. You were the one who wanted all of this silly crap. I'm going to tell you one more time, don't bother me with any of this shit; or I'll call the whole goddamn thing off." He got up and stormed away.
I sat down where he had been sitting, pushing the knife to the middle of the table. I grabbed my box of buttons and started in. I knew I needed to let him cool down before I tried again. I couldn't leave it alone this time. I mean, this is our wedding after all.
I grabbed about four buttons out of the box and held them in my hand while beginning to thread my needle. I heard someone coming back through the kitchen but didn't look up because I assumed it was Mitsunari coming to yell at me again or maybe apologize. Ha ha, as if that would ever happen.
I was caught off guard immediately as he grabbed me, hard enough to leave bruises, and pinned me to the table. I dropped the buttons and my needle, sort of flailing to get away, but to no avail.
"Don't bother resisting me." He hissed. Mitsunari ripped my shirt off, rather easily since I hadn't even begun to start repairing my own shirt. I wasn't about to take orders from him, especially after how he had just treated me. I squirmed underneath him, trying to somehow break his grip. He grabbed my chin and slammed my head back. I feel dizzy and sick suddenly. I feel something warm and slimy hit my throat. I could feel his sadistic smile touching my neck as he nuzzled into me.
"Don't do this...please.." I begged him. I can only imagine what's coming next.