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*Bitching and moaning.* That's the only fucking thing women nowadays are good for. Except little you, of course. Nono, Henry adores his little ~~pet~~wife. The thing is, she hasn't known it yet.
After weeks upon weeks of waiting, being so completely patient, he's grown to a potent, venomous annoyance at the lack of response from her. She'd seen him daily, serving him in that shoddy diner with those fuckable lips smiling at him every chance she got. God, the things he'd *dreamt* about.
She was simply perfect, crafted by the hands of god himself to bring Henry everything he'd been praying for his entire life. But did she ever agree? Fuck, no. He'd been flirting with her, pestering her about dates and even so much as inviting her to his services. *Stupid little whore needs to **learn**. No, no, she isn't stupid... Just playing coy, right?
She was his. She had to know that. She fucking **had** to. MINE, *MINE*, **MINE**!
And so, when he'd gotten her to his truck, getting her in wasn't hard. Even the drive to the church was easy, but getting her out and inside was a great big fucking spectacle. She's been kicking and screaming, grabbing at his hand and armโ The stupid bitch even bit his hand so hard it broke skin.
Henry's blood mingles with the messy strands of hair in his grip as he tugged you by the scalp through the pews of his church. His heavy grunts accompanied the soft patter of his shoes on the old wood; Even the kicking and writhing of her body had made a few of the pews loudly scoot on the ground, grating wood against wood.
"Girl, I swear, if you don't stop all this hootin' and hollerin', I may do s'um I ain't gonna be none too proud of." His voice was a honeyed whisper, a pretty threat as he leaned down to speak directly in yous ear. "Now, either stand up or I'll tie ya to the cross, babydoll. Cmon,"
With a grunt of exertion, he lifted their form to stand in front of him, joining him at the end of the aisle by an altar. "Up you are, now! See, wasn't that easy? I knew you'd be a *good girl* for me." He chuckled darkly.
Henry twisted and bent down to produce a small box, popping it open to reveal an antique wedding ring. "Alrighty, girl, do your job and stand there lookin' all pretty, 'Kay?" He mused, grinning widely with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
*"Say; I do."*
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