In Bermondsey, in Burberry
You held me at the barricade
"I know pronounce you husband and wife." The priest smiled at me, as I waited for Mr. Tenou to kiss me. After a quick peck, closing the small ceremony, we strolled back to his house, this time Mr. and Mrs. Tenou. We didn't make a fuss over the correlation of colors, the carriage home, or even the honeymoon, in fact he wore his uniform from the military. But the result was still the same; I was his property, under the law of marriage.
For the good of the nation, I could be impregnated against my will, just so my children could go fight in a war. I felt my stomach sink as I realized what this meant; I was going to be forced to have sex with a man. A man who really thought I loved him, what was the act called, making love?
How can I make love to someone I have no romantic feelings toward? The chant started again, "traitor, traitor, traitor." Repeating to a point where it sounded like soldiers footsteps, marching forward at a steady pace.
"Traitor, traitor, traitor." The post man smiled at me, was he the one saying this? Did he know my secret? Was it a secret, even though it was tattooed on my wrist? I retracted my hand from his immediately, tucking my hands into my armpits. My secret was going remain my secret, even if I could never used my hands again. Maybe if they can't see it I'm not a traitor.
The pigs arrived with tear gas
And I wept at the mistakes we made
Tenou, I never even called him by his first name. I believe it's Haruka. He unlocked the door to his small house, holding the door open for me, if I wasn't so nervous I'd have fancied him polite. The faster I went in that door, the faster we did it.
I dragged my feet into the house, what a way to cross the threshold, God must have blessed our marriage.
Swiftly he shut the door, following me into the back room. I suppose it's time to pay for my new found freedom. I sat down on the bed, my eyes welling up with tears. After he straightened his sheets, making them square with the corners of the mattress, he softly sat down beside me.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" I coughed and grunted something that resembled a no. "I'm not sure how this newlywed thing works." He stuttered, picking at flecks of dirt underneath his trimmed nails. "Traitor, traitor, traitor."
"I am not a traitor!" I shouted, in tears, to the footsteps. "I was going to die if I didn't!" Sobbing, he grabbed my shoulders, stone faced, pushing me onto the bed.
"I have something to show you." He kissed me, aggressively. This feels like a nightmare I've had many nights, I was helpless. He worked my dress off, managing to get the zipper unzipped from his vantage was a marvel. If I wasn't so terrified, I'd have asked him how he did it. He went for my bra, and I panicked. I swallowed the vat of nerves gathering in my throat and shouted. I screamed like it was the end of the world.
"Stop!"
"I have something to show you. Unbutton my shirt." He barked, as I was still pinned under him. This voice, the command under it, reminded me of the girl, the dead girl, the murdered girl. He was a murder, if I didn't do what he said how would I know he wouldn't kill me?
"Yes sir." Whimpering, I took the jacket off, gently placing it next to the bed, then wiggled his shirttails free from his pants. He made a grunting noise, which I couldn't tell if it was of pleasure or annoyance. I marched on regardless, slowly using my fingers to weasel the buttons out of their predisposed sports. Once I reached the top I realized something was not right.
A white binding covered his chest. Was he wounded in a battle? There was no blood stain, in fact it was spotless, what kind of bandage is this clean? The cloth wasn't messily tied with a knot, it was secured carefully and deliberately with a safety pin. Was he trying to make sure he same me naked before I saw him? Did he have to control the relationship up to this point?
"I'll take yours off first, then you may remove mine." He smiled, trying to be coy, telling me this was the fair way. If this was fair I'd be married to a female, living my life the way I wanted. If it was the fair way I wouldn't be bullied into a sexual situation.
He roughly pulled of my bra, temporarily bringing me into an upright position, the flinging me backwards. I lay there exposed before him, waiting for him to bare supreme judgment, to tell me I wasn't pretty enough to be his wife. Can you get a refund for a marriage? Could I, Mrs. Michiru Tenou, be returned? Returned to the camp, not only gay, but now divorced, oh for shame.
"Do I have to remove it for you?" He asked, still looming over me. I slowly, and begrudgingly began to remove the pristine bandage. After a few rotations around his chest, it began to expand. About fifteen wraps later, the bandage fell to the comforter, more like a ribbon than a medical supply.
I could not believe my eyes.
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AN: Thank you guys so much for the encouragement. It means a lot to me. I am going to finish this story, it may just take a while.
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