Devil's Imposter Bride

"What are you fidgeting there for? Didn't you hear my command?" he said in a taunting tone.

He then raised his finger, beckoning me over with a wave as if I were a mere dog. I felt a chill run down my spine as I walked towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I had no choice but to approach, my body trembling with fear and revulsion. And as I stood before him, he wasted no time in grabbing my arms and pulling me closer. I could smell the stench of him, the stench of power and corruption that clung to his every pore. It made my skin crawl.

He then proceeded to pick a strand of my hair and sniff it lasciviously, his eyes roaming over my body with a sickening hunger. "You smell good, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "Now, let's see if you taste just as good as you smell." 

I shivered, and this pleased him. 

"Are you scared, my little flower?" he chuckled. 

I remained silent, not moving. 

Maybe this angered him. Because the next moment, he pinched my chin, raising my head. His lustful and angry eyes bore into mine. "Little flower, speak when I ask something. I don't want a doll who keeps her mouth shut but a human who will cry, beg, moan, scream, and shout beneath me. Understood?" 

Knowing better, I nodded fearfully. 

"Good girl," he smiled, rubbing my chin with his thumb. "My good little flower, you will make a fine addition to my collection," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I can't wait to break you and make you mine."

My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited his next move. However, he did nothing. I raised my head to look at him when suddenly, he smiled. "I have brought you something, my little flower," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

My heart began to race as I braced myself for whatever twisted gift he had brought. His hand gestured towards the table in front of us, his wrinkly fingers pointing towards a white cloth draped over an object.

I got up slowly, my knees trembling as I approached the table. As I got closer, my eyes widened in shock. It was a wedding gown, one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. The fabric was soft and flowed elegantly, adorned with lace and delicate details.

But my shock quickly turned to terror as Lord Damien wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hot breath tickling my neck as he inhaled my scent. "This is a gift from me to you, my little flower," he whispered, his words laced with desire. "You will be the most beautiful bride in this. Do you like it?" 

I fought the urge to throw up; the thought of being touched by this vile man made my skin crawl. But I knew I couldn't show my true feelings, not if I wanted to protect my younger brother. So I mustered up a fake smile and turned to face him. 

"It's beautiful, my lord," I managed to say through gritted teeth.

This seemed to please him, as he let out a sinister chuckle. "I am glad you approve. Not that I care since you'll only do what I want. Anyways let's put it on," he said, gesturing towards the gown.

I picked up the dress and turned to leave when suddenly, he grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you are going, little flower?" he asked with a sinister smile on his face. 

"My lord, didn't you want me to -" 

"How naive!" he chuckled, interrupting me. "I meant, right here. Right now. I want to put this dress on you and see how my bride will look in the dress I chose for her." 

My face paled instantly, and a small gasp left my life. "W-what? My lord, I cannot do such a thing. It is improper," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear.

But Lord Damien only laughed, an unsettling glint in his eyes. "Improper?"

"My Lord, I-I...." 

"Tsk... tsk... tsk... little flower, are you trying to defy me? Have you forgotten your position? Do you want me to remind you who you belong to?" he asked with a slight anger in his voice. 

I quickly shook my head, trying to keep my tears at bay. "N-no.... no, My Lord... I -I..." 

"Undress!" he commanded, his voice completely cold. 

As tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, I hesitantly began to remove my dress; I could feel the weight of his greedy eyes on every curve and blemish of my body, and I could hear his lustful snicker.

The room felt stifling, the air heavy with the scent of his cheap wine and the stench of his repulsive breath. I wanted to run, to hide, but my fate was tied to his. There was nothing I could do to save myself from my dooming fate. 

As I was about to let go of my dress, something strange happened. Before I could even register what was happening, Lord Damien let out a blood-curdling scream. His body collapsed on top of me, causing me to cry out in shock and push him away. As his lifeless form fell to the ground, I saw the glint of steel protruding from his stomach.

Confusion and fear washed over me as I saw the blood staining my hands and dress. My mind couldn't process the sight, my heart racing and my body trembling in shock.

But then, I sensed a presence in the room. An evil and mysterious aura that made my skin crawl. I turned to see a mysterious figure clad in a black cloak, his face obscured by shadows. I couldn't make out any features, but I could hear his evil voice as he spoke to me.

"Thank me later," he chuckled. "But for now, I have a task for you to complete." 

"W-who are you?" I asked, trembling in fear, and took a step back while grabbing my dress to cover myself properly. 

Who was this mysterious man?

Why did he save her? 

And how did he appear in this room?