Poison sat on the bed, now fully dressed, with her arms folded across her chest defensively and stared daggers at her horrid husband and greatest enemy, snarling softly. Aelthar stared at her with a mixture of confusion, sadness, lust, mischief, and satisfaction and Poison could see all those as clear as possible. She knew that he meant to have sex with her, but she guessed that the rape wasn't part of his plan, whatever that was, but he seemed pretty content with what he did.
"What's the matter, my darling?" A smug smirk triggered Poison's burning rage towards the Phaerie.
"You raped me, you bastard," she hissed. Aelthar tilted his head to the side as if he was confused, but Poison could tell from his lust-filled eyes that he knew what she was talking about.
"Forgive me, dear, but what is rape?" he asked. The purple-eyed woman felt more anger build up inside her, but she forced herself to remain calm.
"You know very well what I'm talking about, you rotten son of a bitch," she stated. Aelthar chuckled at her reaction; it was so amusing to watch this Human restrain herself from strangling him in their room.
"Oh, dear sweet Poison, how could you call me such a terrible name?" he asked, feigning sadness. "More importantly, how could you accuse me of doing something against your will?" He leaned down towards her ear and whispered seductively, "You enjoyed it even though you fought back. You were just playing with me." Disgusted, Poison rose and stared at Aelthar with eyes full of rage.
"Don't even consider my struggling as a part of your twisted fantasy!" she yelled. "You stole my virginity! You forced me to marry you if I wanted my sister back and you haven't even shown me her! Now where is she, you manipulative asshole?" Aelthar narrowed his eyes in displeasure and backhanded Poison who yelped in pain. She clutched her red cheek and did her best to stare him down. Unfortunately, her eyes bared two new emotions that amused and impressed the Phaerie Lord: fear and pain. He never imagined that he could trigger those in the strong-willed Human, but this satisfied him nonetheless. If he was to make the foolish girl pay for stepping into his Realm and demanding her infant sister back, he had to make the torment worthwhile for the both of them. Disguising his need to smirk with a hideous scowl, he grabbed Poison's raven hair and brought her face up to his.
"You will never speak to me like that ever again, Poison," he snarled. "Otherwise, it's your friends that pay the price, understand?" The frightened woman tried her best to look brave, but her body failed to respond to her command as she shook like a leaf clinging onto the branch it sprouted from as the autumn wind tries to knock it down. "Well, sweet Poison?" She turned her head to see a satisfied smirk on Aelthar's arrogant face.
"Yes," she said. "I understand." What else could she say? If she tried to defend herself against Aelthar, he'd hurt Bram or worse, Peppercorn! While the girl was with her, she was her responsibility and she couldn't let anything happen to her! Bram could defend himself, but not little Peppercorn. She didn't know Aelthar well, but she had a feeling that harming little girls was something he'd be willing to do. However, if he was eager to slap Poison, what would make her think he wouldn't do worse things to an innocent child?
"Good." He lifted Poison's chin up and placed a rough kiss on Poison's lips. She groaned in disgust while Aelthar chuckled. He pulled back and stood, promptly dropping the woman on the bed. "I shall be back, dear wife. I have some important matters to discuss." Poison stared at him with empty eyes and a blank expression. "Oh, by the way, you're permitted to stay in here."
"What?" She stood up and marched over to Aelthar, wearing an angrier expression than he had seen. "How dare you tell me what to do! I don't need to take any orders from Phaerie scum like-" She was slapped again and was sent to the floor. Her already swollen cheek felt like it would explode if he hit it again.
"I thought I told you to never talk back at me like that." Aelthar's voice was cool and filled with annoyance. "Did I not?" Watery eyes stared down at the carpeted floor as Poison nodded pitifully. Don't you dare cry in front of him! Be strong! she thought angrily. Don't let him know he's gotten to you! "I will assign guards for our room when I'm gone. I don't want you to leave without my permission or even get killed by anyone."
"How thoughtful of you."
"Your sarcasm hurts. By the way, don't even think about jumping out of the window. We're too high up for you to land anywhere safely. Plus, if you do that while I'm gone, I won't able to see you fall to your death." Laughing cruelly, he walked out of the room. When she was sure he was out of earshot, Poison let her tears fall freely. She hadn't cried ever since she was a child and it felt so good to do it again. She thought crying in front of the enemy would be humiliating, which appeared to be his goal.
"Well, it's going to take a lot more to break me, Aelther the Phaerie Lord." She wiped her tear-stained cheeks and stood up to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was nothing more than a scattered mess, her eyes were pinking from the tears she allowed to flow, and her face looked so battered. She no longer looked like Poison of Gull in the mirror. Instead, she looked like a woman in an abusive relationship. That was what she was now and there was nothing she could do to get out of it.