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Patty entered the hall to see a few people gathered down the fall end all where sitting except for Drew in his full dress kilts & she could only assume the minister. She slowly making her way towards them her heart trying not to break with each step she took closer towards Drew the smile he wore on his face gave her chills.

"Ah me blushing bride seems a bit nervous." Drew spoke with that same smirk as she drew closer to him. She could hear foot steps from behind her but she knew it was only Stephen & he would be of no aid. Drew reached out to take her arm guiding her closer to the minister. She tried not to grow ill from his touch alone. She just needed to remind herself she was doing this out of memory of her parents, they had no clue the monster their son would have become after their deaths.

"It's is ok love, just this little step an then it will be just us." She closed her eyes giving a shutter in disgust. The ceremony began & Patty just had to keep taking slow breaths. Drew holding hands with her she barely even registered the vows passing Drew's lips. The ring slipped on her finger was just a plain action. The minister had to call her name a few times before she slipped from the trance she was in.

"You ok dear?"
"I just a bit faint I think."
"We can take a break if you wish?"
"Nay I think she will be fine…" Drew answered for her. She weakly nodded. The minister nodded continuing. She repeated her words like a cold robot. The only thing that got her through it was brushing a hand through her hair resting briefly on the earring so wishing it was Adam in front of her instead of Drew. The minister then asked of any objections. A small voice tried to scream in Stephen's head , but he just ignored it. After the minister proclaimed them wed Drew wrapped his arms tight around her in a kiss. It was not anything like the ones Adam had given her, they were rough, bruising, possessive. He let her go but still kept a hand around her waist. "Soon love, so soon." He almost growled in her ear.

He then turned to the gathering of ten or so people, none of which she knew. She had no clue if they were his friends, family, staff…for all she cared could have been strangers from town he paid. "And now we feast & make merry." He gave in a cheerful tone moving with her to an adjourning hall where tables were set along with a buffet lines with food & drink. Patty tried to relax some figuring the longer she kept Drew in a party mood the longer she could hold off what she knew he wished that night. Maybe if she was really lucky he would be too drunk to do anything.

If there was more people maybe she could some how vanish from his grasp even if just a short time. No such luck though, she was never more then an arms length from him the few hours the party lasted. The only time was when she managed to slip off to the bathroom. She could not help but grow ill feeling her world collapsing around her. She swished some water in her mouth before returning to the party grabbing a glass of wine she drank it deeply hoping to rid the taste from her mouth almost maybe get herself drunk enough that he would leave her alone.

She was not sure how long it was when the small gathering began to die out. Drew's arm snaked around her waist again pulling her tight against him giving her another forced kiss. His tongue forced it's was into her unwilling mouth. She wanted to grew ill on the spot. It was nothing like when Adam did that to her. Adam's exploring tongue sent warm shivers through her body him caressing hers with his was pleasurable little jolts. Drew's was cold, slimy, made her skin crawl. A part of her wanted to bite down on the piece of pink flesh invading her personal space. She resisted the urge having a feeling it wouldn't really stop anything.

He finally broke the kiss looking in her eyes. "Now dear time for us to…properly become acquainted." She shivered the way the words dripped like venom from his lips. As he started leading her from the room. Her head turned back to the room almost a pleading look, but it was empty by that point. Even her brother was not in sight.

Stephen was situated in one of the guest rooms in the manor. He was sitting on the bed his hat clutched between his hands. That voice kept pounding in his now drunken head. Was this wrong, should he have call it off as she asked, was he really upholding their parents wishes or his own agenda. He still remembers the day he met with Drew after their parents death. They were in so much debt paying for the burials, paying for Patty's medical bills as she still laid in the hospital from the attack. His parents invested so much in his dream that when it was needed the money just was not there…he had bartered his sisters hand for the money to take care of her, to make her well. He cursed himself as he sat there. Alone with his thoughts he then was remembering his cruel treatment of his own blood. He always blamed her for what happened to their parents instead of being glad she was still there. He turned cold & heartless towards the one person he should have been the most protective of. Patty could have died from her injuries but she didn't she was strong because she didn't want her parents deaths to protect her be for nothing. She didn't want to leave her brother alone…even when he was cold & heartless she stayed…she could have reported him. Why thought…why did she endure it? Only one answer came to mind. Her big heart & sense of family pride…she would not betray family no matter how cruel that family had become.

Drew had finally lead Patty through the Manor reaching his bed chamber. Opening the door he lead her inside shutting the door behind him latching it. He leered at her stepping closer & she stepped back. "Come now Patty…we both been wanting this a long time."
"No…nay both of us." He reached for her & she tried to dodge him but her balance a bit off he grabbed her from behind around her waist. She struggled in his hold as he pulled her even tighter against him his other hand firmly taking a hold of her breast through the thin fabric of the dress. "Drew…stop."
His mouth close to her ear his voice almost deadly sounding. "You are mine now…I will do as I please…I shall get you one way or another this evening." She shivered & he growl feeing her. "That excites you…the though of what I can do to that divine body of yours."
"Nay…nay…Drew…ple-please don't."

"You have very little say…if any." His hand around her waist dips lower over her groin pulling her tightly against him a snarl from his lips as she whimpers from fright. "Now I let ye go…ye get ye self on the bed. Do not make me chase you." He slowly removed his hands from her body. She slowly turned looking at him debating trying to fight. "Don't make me tell ye again." She knew he locked the door, and if he really wanted to be evil she knew he had at least two weapons in his body. She turned walking towards the bed. It was a large four poster bed, the spindles richly colored carved wood. The sheet were white & void of blankets or pillows at the moment. She climbed on the softness moving under her. He continued his leering gazed moving towards her.

"Lay back for me." She gulped doing as he asked. He removed the thick belt that held the dirk blade at his hip. He walked to the edge of the bed. He took a hold of each foot removing her shoes & bending each leg so the foot rested on the bed. Patty was shaking but knew she dare not move as she felt him touching her.
"Drew…ple-please…"
"How many times I need to tell you the same thing, YE ARE MINE ye have no say…" He pushed his hands up her legs that were kept bare hiking the hem of the dress up till it fell towards her waist exposing the paled flesh of her thighs & the delicate white panties that covered her mound. His hands gripped at the soft flesh causing her to bite her lips to fight crying out. She couldn't allow that. Removing his hands he smirked seeing how easily he could mark her flesh that was not kissed by the sun. He climbed slightly up the bed to take a hold of the panties pulling them away from her body. She closed her eyes trying to fight a new whimper. He pulled off the bed so he could finish removing the tiny piece of fabric.

"Open ye eyes…I want to see them as I fully claim what I wanted for so long from ye Patty…I want to get lost in them…allow me to delve deep in your soul." She shook her head, her soul would be like her heart, he would never have that. Never. "Open them or ye won't like what I will do…"She gulped slowly opening them. "Good girl." He leaned forward brushing his hand over her folds. She cringed at his touch. He climbed back on the bed between her legs closer to her. He rubbed her more she felt ill closing her eyes again before she even realized that she did she gave a yelp when he slapped his hand hard across the delicate flesh. Her eyes shot open again glaring daggers at him. "I told ya I was going to have fun pulling your thorns Patty."
"Go to hell…may the flesh slowly burn from your body & your screams of agony fill thee Devil's ears."
"Only after I have heard yours first." He racked his nails across the top of her mound watching her face contort fighting wanting to scream. "Defiant one…" He lifted his kilt draping it over her bend knees grabbing a hold of her he yanked her closer to him. His hand felt out her folds again. She fought closing her eyes not wanting him to slap her down there as he spread her lips apart. She could feel something near her & bit her lip just knowing.

A sharp thrust of his hips & he was sheathed in her as her scream from the invasion filled the air. Drew didn't give her any time to get use to the feeling as he just pounded into her tight space. Her cries kept filling the air she it just kept feeling like she was being ripped apart. His sick smile the only thing in her vision. Her screams drowned out any of the sick things he was saying. How good she felt to him, how tight she was, how he was sure they would continue to enjoy this. Her mind blanked out not knowing how long it was till he grunted as he spilled his seed within her body.

Finishing he pulled back looking down as her prone body a satisfied smile seeing a small trickle of his seed coming from her slit along with the tint of blood. "I see you were pure after all my love." She didn't respond as he repositioned her body he slipped out of his garb. He grabbed a pillow & blanket near by climbing back into the bed next to Patty falling asleep. Tears ran her eyes feeling that slime touching her body again. She just kept begging for forgiveness…she knew this would not be the last…as he put it he owned her body completely.

Stephen was jarred from his sleep hearing Patty's scream echoing through the old building. When he first heard them he figured it would be short lived as they were consummation their marriage. It should have been just that though, brief only to be replaced with pleasurable noise if any at all…not that Stephen really wanted to hear his sisters cries of pleasure but it was better then he was hearing which were agonizing cries that seemed to toll on. The sounds ripped his heart & he pulled himself from the bed to find exactly which room of this place was theirs. The sounds stopped before he could find it. Tears he didn't even know he was shedding streaked Stephen's face. Against better judgment he returned to his own room but unable to fall back to sleep. Tears just kept falling from his eyes. Of all the times he was cruel to her, that was one thing she never did...all the way he tortured her & hurt her...she never screamed. Her scream ripped at Stephen like a dagger plunging deep into his heart.