It was our wedding night; the night life was bustling with vigor and excitement. Knuckles and I had paid for a hotel room in the Station Square Hotel recently, hoping we could get a moment to ourselves before we head off to Angel Island, where we will be living together until the day we died.

The reception was so much fun that I think both of us got too carried away by the luxuries of wine and cake that the caterers offered us (it was a courtesy gift to us newlyweds from the staff). If you were to attend that ceremony, you would just think, how foolish these people are, to spend all that money just for one measly wedding?

Knuckles, nuzzling into my neck as he carried me into the room, were laughing uncontrollably at a joke I've just made. I mean, it wasn't that funny, but I guess it was the wine in him. He put me down, and stole a mischievous look at me. I started to giggle, knowing what he was going to do next. Suddenly, my husband threw me down on the bed and pursued for my lips, all the while whispering in my ear.

"Rouge…are you ready for this?"

I smirked foolishly back at him, hinting that I'm ready to be the animal that I've kept inside me for eons and eons…

"You know I'm ready, daddy. Just say when, and I'm all yours."

And just like that, we were wrestling a bit, but then it got a bit aggressive. All of a sudden, he threw me down to the floor, hard. This was nothing I expected to happen. At all.

Knuckles then picked me up and pinned me to the wall and kissed me, but his frenching skills were a bit rough as well. I struggled in his grasp, except the harder I tried to escape, the more fiercely he held me to the wall, his hands holding my wrists.

"Knuckie! Wait a minute, stop! You're too rough!"

He stopped, looking at me with amazement and disgust. What is wrong with this guy?

"Baby, remember, in that battle over that lava, you didn't seem this tense and freaked out. I thought you were tougher than that. I thought you could take it as far as I can apprehend, and you still wouldn't whine like a little bitch about it!"

He was almost half yelling about it now. I can't believe this. Our first wedding night and already we are having disagreements.

"Knuckles, I thought it was a night of passion for us. Seriously, what is wrong with you tonight? Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not drunk! I just thought that you knew me already to know what I except from you."

His temper rising, I thought about shutting up and leaving it alone, but my foolish and stupid self just had to lash back out at him like the old days.

"You know, you need to calm that attitude down before you find yourself by yourself-"

SMACK!

Before I knew it, I was on the floor, frozen by surprise that he would ever hit me like that. Who am I to him all of a sudden, his whore? This was too uncontrollable for me, so I laid there for a few minutes.

Knuckles then bent down and whispered in my ear:

"If you ever think about leaving me, I will make sure that I will make your life a living hell. Not just for you, but for anybody who knows about this incident. You're mine now, so that means you will obey me, in every way possible. Otherwise, don't even think about it."

After that, he left to the bathroom. Me, I just laid there, staring at the floor, tears flowing down my cheeks. I swear, I never felt like this before in my whole life, so powerless, as if my dignity was swept out of me.

And moments like these were just beginning in our remaining years together. And, trust me, they were much, much more worse than this.