A/N: I only own the OC.

I looked in the mirror and sighed... this was it. I had no other choices and I hated being backed into a corner. I could remember being a little girl imagining my life when I was younger, and this wasn't it. I had dreams of being an archeologist, the female Indiana Jones, and eventually having a family. I knew the exact moment when life when to shit and it was a few years ago. I wanted to see the world, I wanted to explore outside of the box I had been living in, and sometimes life just doesn't go the way that you imagine it will... at all.

"Madam?" a voice called and the door handle slowly turned. I glanced at myself in the mirror again and then to the gentleman looking at me. I didn't have any family, so I wasn't sad that no one was here for this... if anything I am happy that no one is here to see my monumental fuck up. I nodded, picked up the shirt of the dress, and followed him. I knew that the dress that I was wearing was far more expensive than anything I would have been able to afford if I had actually gotten married under normal circumstances. I was trying to be positive, but it was hard right now.

I was handed a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and heard music start to play. I recognized it as 'Sleeping Beauty' by Tchaikovsky, and felt a small smile grace my lips. I remembered being a kid at ballet lessons and my mom cheering me on. I was given a slightly nudge as the door opened to a beautiful chapel. I saw a lot of faces looking back at me and I felt so alone because I knew none of them... I didn't even know what my future husband looks like. My feet slowly took me down the aisle towards a man who was standing with a priest, and looked maybe a little more excited than I felt right now. I had to wonder what they had told people about how we met. I doubt they told people that I was bought at an auction for women who were supposed to be sex slaves. I was the lucky one... no one ever touched me because I was too refined looking. I was an American who had been backpacking through the parts of Eastern Europe you were advised not to visit, but I was dumb enough to chance my luck. They liked me because I had red hair, brown eyes, and had schooling. I knew they made a lot of money off of me, but now I had to hope that whomever had bought me was at least a partially decent person. I guess I was glad that I had no family, because it meant that no one was waiting for me to come back to a home that I would never be able to return to anymore.

I made it down the aisle and I could see the man that was supposed to be my husband through the veil that was covering my face. They had chosen a mostly traditional dress and veil for the wedding except for the open back and plunging neck line. He wasn't bad looking and he seemed to be in shape. My biggest fear was a fat, ugly man who just wanted me to give him children. The last part is still a fear, but at least he wasn't bad looking. I kept my eyes on him as the ceremony took place. I was happy that it was a short one, but then I realized I would have to kiss him.

"You may kiss the bride." the priest said and I held my breath as he lifted my veil. I was greeted by steel blue eyes as he quickly leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. I was surprised at the quickness, but I felt how soft his lips were when it happened. He grabbed my hand and we turned to face a sea of excited faces.

"I am happy to present, for the first time, Mr and Mrs Dean Ambrose." the priest said and cheers went up all around us. He started to lead me back down the aisle as people were cheering and applauding all around us. I wanted to be happy, but I couldn't. I knew that was the easy part, and the hard part was now adjusting to a new life.

We were led to a small room off the chapel and went inside. He immediately pulled his tie loose and sat in a chair. I carefully sat in a chair and held the bouquet in my hands. I wasn't sure what to do or what to say. I didn't have much time as two men came into the room and were congratulating the other guy. I sat there and watched them; they seemed like brothers. The other two could favor each other, but the one I was now married to seemed to be adopted or something. I was hoping that they forgot I was in the room when they finally looked at me, and I quickly looked down.

"Do you speak English?" the tallest one asked me and I nodded, but wouldn't look at him.

"You are supposed to look at someone if they are speaking to you." the other man said and I quickly looked up at him.

"Stand up." my husband said and I slowly stood up. They were watching me and I know knew what prey felt like.

"What's your name?" he asked me and I went to answer, but the other one cut me off.

"A fuck piece doesn't need a name." the one said and I pursed my lips.

"Shut the fuck up." my husband said and looked at me.

"Don't mind, Seth, he's just a dick." the tallest one said and he gave me a small smile. I just nodded, but didn't say anything.

"What's your name?" my husband asked me in an annoyed tone.

"Brianna." I said and he nodded.

"I am Roman, this is Seth, and you met your husband, Dean." he said and I nodded as there was a knock on the door. An older woman stuck her head into the room.

"Boys, come on, we need them for the pictures." she said and Dean grabbed my elbow to pull him with me.

"Look happy." he said.

"Why, you don't." I said and realized what I had just said. He smirked and motioned for everyone to go on.

"I need a second with my new wife." he said and they smirked before leaving. He turned and looked at me.

"I don't want this anymore than you do... you have no idea who you have been sold to, but I will tell you that if you don't learn to be seen and not heard it will be a long life of pure hell." he warned me and then pulled me with him out the door. He was right... I really had no idea what to do.

A/N: Review and let me know what you think.