Endless Time
When you've existed for a thousand years, ten years should be but a blip. Yet I've found the past ten to be the longest of my existence, even though the life I never consented to is, in fact, very full and very busy.
Anger can take you only so far, but it worked effectively for me in those first few weeks in Nevada. Freyda really should have reconsidered.
A flood of notes and demands were delivered to my quarters in the palace, most of which I ignored. A very few I answered, such as her peremptory demand for us to bond. I replied that, as per our marriage contract which stated her best interests must always be put first, bonding would not achieve that as I might have to obey her wishes instead, which could put her at risk. I suggested she bond with one of her lap dogs instead. She did not reply, but that demand was not repeated.
Then came the one I could not.
My darling consort,
As per our agreed contract, we must meet in the first month we are married to consummate our marriage. Therefore, being the last day of the month, I will expect you in my quarters at 10am tonight.
Dress light.
Your loving wife and queen,
Freyda
She was dressed in a flowing white sheer gauze gown which I assume she thought appealing, and stood picturesquely displayed against a heavily brocaded red wall. Her face dropped somewhat as she noted I was in my usual well covered public attire of black – shirt, leather jacket, jeans and boots, my hair tied back.
I smiled and ran the fingers of one hand down my chest to rest on my upper thigh.
'Please excuse my dress. I have just come from a meeting.'
She smiled and licked her lips.
'Guards, leave us.'
Hook!
The door behind me shut, and I turned to engage the lock before slowly turning back to run my eyes over her.
She licked her lips again and her neck arched as she lifted her chin.
Line!
My boots sounded loud on the marble floor as I stalked towards her and pushed my hips in to hold her against the wall. I bracketed her throat under her jaw with one hand. She moaned, her eyes dilating.
'Remember my love, you must act in my best interests as our contract specifies.'
'Naturally, majesty.'
Sinker!
My arm flexed as my hand slowly lifted her body off the floor.
'And it is in your best interests that you SHUT THE FUCK UP!'
My other hand moved swiftly, fingers reaching into her throat to tear her voice box out. Blood poured from the ragged hole, and I was glad I wore black. It hides the stains.
I smiled as I threw it on the floor.
'As in our contract of consummation, my body has entered yours.'
I looked deep into her panicked eyes.
'But, to make absolutely sure…'
With a flick of my fingers I broke her jaw and then I reached into her mouth.
'…I'll enter your body again.'
My fingers tore out her tongue.
I lifted it and sniffed at the blood dripping from it. She writhed in my grasp, her hands clawing at my rigid arm, her dangling feet beating at my legs.
I smiled again.
'And because I am a considerate husband, your body may enter mine.'
I bit the end off her tongue, and spat the piece deep into her sagging mouth, forcing her broken jaw shut around it.
'Now we are consummated, and under our contract specifying it as a once only 'event' if I lived in this palace, keep the FUCK AWAY FROM ME FROM NOW ON.'
I dropped her on the floor and walked away without a second glance as she retched and choked, trying to remove her tongue from her throat and at the same time stem the flow of blood from the hole in her neck.
That really was the high point of our marriage.