Time To Get Married

RUTH WALKER

It's been an entire night, can't say for how long, 12 hours, 15 hours, 18 hours?

I don't know anything.

I close my eyes, the pain never dies down. He has used the kind of drug that just seizes the movement of my limbs, and my throat. I could still hear everything, I could still feel everything.

And all I am feeling from hours is pain.

Everytime I see a man moving inside me, his face hovering over mine, watching me with intense lust, I close my eyes.

Only to wake up and find a different man doing the same exercise with me.

I'm tired beyond words, but nobody can hear my words, not even my own ears can hear me plead.

The room is filled with naked men, clothes were non existent to people in this room.

I'm being fucked, raped, molested, touched, everything... But there is none who could save me.

Hours of this abuse and I heard loud bangs. The first bulled hit the man ramming his cock inside me straight between his head and he fell dead on my body.

Shots after shots, all the men abusing me were now getting abused themselves, running around for their lives, being slashed down here and there.

It was Erickson Roerig.

He was doing all those slashing.

He had a sword in his hand. His other hand carried the gun. Slashing men, from their throat or cutting their bodies into half, he kept slashing and shooting around until every single man in the room was killed.

Mike came over me, and removed the dead man's body off of mine on the floor and used his gun to empty all his bullets inside that already dead man's head.

I still couldn't move, just gulped. Tears streaming down my cheeks.

Isn't it enough tortures for me already?!

Why?!

~~

Mike quickly undo his jacket and covered me with it. He took me in his arms and sat down on the floor, trying hard to pet my cheeks.

Eric had grabbed the collar of the last man dying in the room and was roaring at him asking the whereabouts of Chris.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR BOSS?!"

The dying man mumbled something and Eric immediately went out of the basement I was in.

~~

"Ruth? What happened to you? Why don't you move? Say something! Do bloody something!!"

Mike started shaking me, his tears wetting my face.

How do I move?

I don't know how to!

"That bastard!! What did he feed you? Aaargh!! Why can't you bloody move?!"

Mike kept sobbing hugging onto me meanwhile I lied there, feeling the pain, but unable to move just tears rolling down my eyes wetting his shirt.

Soon, Eric was back dragging Chris from his collar. He was bleeding, Eric was soaked with blood too. The blood of all the men he killed stained on his shirt, meanwhile Eric's face was broken too.

I'm guessing those are the bruises he gained after he fought with Chris upstairs in between the process of dragging him down here.

Eric shot both his legs and Chris slouched on ground on his knees.

Chris chuckled, laughing out loud.

Eric didn't say a word, he was beyond angry right now, he was only talking with guns. He shot his arm this time.

"It's a pity you cannot kill me Roerig, brothers policy, remember? You'd loose your throne, maybe, even your life if you killed me right now!"

Eric once again shot Chris, his stomach.

"Argh! Fuck!"

Chris cursed and continued his laughter.

"Why? You get to play with her and I don't? Because I'm married?! Aw come on, Roerig! Do you want my wife to turn into a widow!?"

Eric took a shot at him again.

Chris scoffed, hissing from the extreme pain he must be in right now and looked over at me. His eyes turning dark again.

"Your kitten..." He chuckled and took a deep breath, "She's really something. Fucking her feels so good, I completely understand why you can't get over-"

And before he could finish that sentence Eric grabbed his bloodstained sword and dig it up inside his throat slashing his insides, the tip of that long sword came out his abdomen with all his internals leaking on the floor, his intestines and pancreas.

Eric yet again took out his sword and slashed him into half, both his sides falling apart.

"You don't get to talk about my wife like that!"

Eric said spitting off his sweat and looked at Mike who was staring at his elder brother dead on the floor.

"Y-you- you k-killed him? Eric, but you could loose your throne-"

Before Mike could complete that sentence Eric grabbed me up inside his arms dropping the bloodstained sword aside

"If you think I care. I don't! He is dead and yup, I killed him! Let the states do whatever the fuck they can!"

I don't know what happened to Mike after that, but I was inside this huge car my entire body snuggled into Eric's arms.

He had me hiding into himself, but I hate this embrace.

The last night with Chris and now I remember everything that he did to me.

He killed my entire family six years ago, He abused me, almost killed me, killed my kids, my husband... Everything that happened to me was because he order it.

I don't love him.

I can never love this man!!

~~

"Hello? Dr. Scherzinger! I need you to come see me at my manor in Manhattan. I'm not planning to bring Ruth to the mansion until I get over with Leslie's surgery."

Leslie's surgery?!

What does that mean?

But why should I care? He can do whatever he want with his men and his people. I basically don't give a shit about it.

I don't want to.

I just wanna be free. But I don't even know if I ever got free, would I even be able to live a normal life?

Speaking of normal... Is there anything even left in my life to have a normal anymore?!

~~

"Hey, Luke? This is Roerig!"

"Yea, I need you to get some paperwork done for me!"

"Yup, I want a marriage license."

"Me and Ruth!"

No!

No, no, no, no!

This is not gonna happen! How can he have a marriage license with me?! This is so not gonna happen!!

I look up at him my eyes growing big in horror as he disconnect the call and smiled at me.

"Tell me, you're thinking of creating troubles into signing those documents with me aren't you?"

I DON'T WANNA MARRY YOU!!

My insides screamed but I can't move my body accordingly.

He chuckled and sighed taking a deep relaxing breath.

"Maybe I was going on a wrong path all along, should have done this before. You're gonna meet some people from past baby, this is gonna be fun!"

He chuckled.

"So much fun!"

~~~~~

ERICKSON ROERIG:

"M-my kid? Wh-where is my son?! Eric! D-did you see? My belly? Wh-why is my belly flat?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KID?!

The ugly woman on the bed screamed out loud as I clean my ear using my little finger.

"You scream a lot, you know that? So annoying!"

I roll my eyes.

She got up in the bed, she went through an abortion surgery almost half an hour ago and stared at the blood on the sheets.

"n-No! M-my baby? Wh-what? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KID?!"

She grabbed my collar as I scoff.

"Relax babe, your kid is right here!" I click my fingers in air and the nurse walked up holding the tray with the foetus they got out of her!

"See?"

Her face, that expression, that million dollar mama's love emotion clouding her face was a treat to me.

I laughed as she roared loudly.

"NOOOO!!! MY BABY!! YOU KILLED HIM!"

I got up pulling the tray out of the nurse's hand and throwing the dish away I took the ball of cells inside my fist and squeezed it hard, it only squeezed out stream of blood on the floor.

"Aww.. not just yours honey, our kid! It's beautiful isn't it?"

I laugh like a sadist and she looked at me, her eyes dried out of tears.

"Years ago, you thought you could betray me, have sex with me and get pregnant with my kid. You thought I would be so stupid to fuck without taking precautions, didn't you?"

She looked at me, the colour drained off her face.

"You... Knew?"

"Ofcourse I did babygirl! I'm a psychopath. That's what I do. Creeping around, is my job!"

"But-"

"You stole Ryan from the hospital, faked Ryan's death and made Ryan Ed. Claimed to be his mother, and told everybody that Ed was my kid. Ofcourse Ed was mine. He was mine and Ruth's! Not yours!"

She gulped, sweat dripping off her face.

"You thought, they would only do the dna match with me, didn't you? You never thought that they would actually even doubt you being the mother. Chris helped you all along this. Faking your imprisonment, everything, was a well weaved lie, so you could come back into our lives when Ed grows up a little more and fake him as your son?! Telling everybody he is a four year old when actually he is five?!"

"I-I I-I'm... S-sorry. E-Eric! I... I won't hurt Ruth, ever again.. Just pl-please, please st-stop squeezing my baby like that. Please! I... I wanna hold him, give him a burial. I-It was yours and my kid."

She said crying.

"There!" I laughed, looking at her emotionally drenched face, "That's the kind of emotions a mother has for her child. That's how she feels when someone hurts him!"

"Please!" She cried meekly.

"Ahh! I thought about giving it to you but the exercise you made me to go through last day, getting married, talking all those shit with me at the ocean, getting Ruth raped by men through Chris. I'm tired." I pout, "and quite hungry too!"

"n-No!"

She immediately got what I was pointing at and started swaying her head left to right

"No! No! Eric please, d-don't do that!"

But too late, I already thrashed the foetus and ate it all.

"Hmm.. human flesh still tastes rubbish. My tastes has still not changed!" I burped cleaning the blood off my mouth using a napkin one of the maids there were holding.

"Anyways! Sleep well, alright?"

I smiled at Leslie, starting to walk when she suddenly shouted back at me

"WHY HAVE YOU KEPT ME ALIVE THEN! YOU KILLED MY SON!! KILL ME TOO!!"

I turned around and gave her a crooked smile.

"I would, kill you that is by the end of this week. It's your uterus that's keeping you alive. You see, Ruth's uterus is kind of damaged and you happen to be a perfect matching donor."

"Wh-what? n-No!"

"So sorry, Les. But it's your uterus! She kind of needs it!"

I say and walk away from the room.

I still have to deal with Davidson Roerig who must be fuming in rage after I killed his not-so-beloved son brutally hours ago

But I'll do that later, I just got a call from Luke, the papers are ready.

Time to get married, Ruth