The destiny of Kemuel 19

Sofia wakes up in Viktor's bed. The dawn light enters through the window.

You hear how Viktor moves in the bathroom, the shower runs.

A few minutes later, Viktor comes out showered, dresses slowly in front of you with a suit, looks you up and down with that expression of absolute control.

"Get up. Shower, get ready well. We're getting married today."

You remain frozen. Get married? But if you just arrived yesterday after the transaction with David.

Viktor approaches, grabs your chin firmly and forces you to look him in the eye.

"You're already divorced from David. Now you're officially my property, but I want to make it legal too. We're getting married here in Thailand today. I've bought you a wedding dress. You're going to marry me as it should be, and after the banquet, my guests will take your virginity. Everyone has paid for that wedding night with you."

He doesn't wait for a response. He lets you go and opens the closet. He takes out a pristine white wedding dress, fitted at the torso, with a pronounced neckline, a wide skirt down to the feet, a long veil. Next to it, he places white lace lingerie, stockings with a garter belt, white stiletto heels, a bouquet of red roses.

"Put this on. Perfect bride makeup. Well-combed hair. I want you to look exactly like what you're going to be: my wife."

He sits down in the armchair, crosses his arms, and observes you.

"Come on, move. We have to be ready in two hours. The ceremony is at noon."

You get up slowly, still stunned by everything that's happening. You walk towards the bathroom without saying anything, Viktor doesn't take his eyes off you for a second.

You shower quickly, the warm water clears your head a bit, but the reality is still there: you're going to marry Viktor today. You come out wrapped in a towel, and he's still sitting waiting.

"Now put on everything I've left you."

You start with the white lace underwear, the stockings with a garter belt, the high heels. You move carefully, knowing that each gesture is being observed. Then you put on the wedding dress. It's fitted, marks every curve of your body, the neckline shows the beginning of your operated breasts. The skirt falls perfectly to the floor.

Viktor gets up, approaches, and slowly zips up the back of the dress, his fingers brushing against your bare back.

"Now sit down there and put on your makeup."

You sit in front of the dresser. You have all the luxury makeup in front of you. You start with the base, concealer, pink blush on your cheeks. You outline your eyes with precision, mascara on your eyelashes, soft eyeshadow. Intense red lips, just like the roses in the bouquet.

Viktor observes each of your movements from the reflection in the mirror.

After that, you comb your long hair with soft waves falling over your shoulders and back. Viktor puts the veil on you h...