Post by Madge Baker on Jun 18, 2016 0:23:56 GMT
Octavia could barely stand with the amount of shaking her body uncontrollably gave in to. When she heard the man at her side say 'I do', it was all she could do not to fall to her knees, but as the Chinese woman nodded in approval and turned to her for the same answer, she knew that she couldn't. All she could think of was her fiancé, their lives, their future together, their baby. Before the woman could finish asking her the same she blatantly bursted into a heavy cry, until she could not even see her surroundings.
"I won't," she whimpered, choking on her own voice. "I won't. I can't."
To say Madge disapproved would be an understatement. She had hoped not to have to threaten anyone, but Octavia were to follow her rules, or else. Bringing forth the remote control that could kill her instantly, she looked once more over at Octavia, and hoped she would take the hint. "Are you sure?" she asked, slowly, trying to hide her anger. It was a futile manner, of course, her anger was already glaringly obvious on her red face.
Octavia could barely see through the tears, and in her utter panic, did not even understand the gravity of the situation. She couldn't think. She couldn't see or hear anyone but her own family, her fiancé, her to-be-family. The image of them started a hyperventilation, and she dropped to her knees. The tears were starting to wet the dress. With every drop that fell onto it, Madge's face would turn a darker shade of red.
"Do you want to die?!" she asked, harshly, heavily, trying to turn some sense into her before it was too late. Still, all the bride did was continue to weep at her feet. This was not what she had wanted. She had created the perfect, beautiful bride, only for Octavia to ruin it all. There were witnesses here. People were seeing this. People could start to think this was an acceptable way of behaving. It was not. It only took a brief glance up at the witnesses and back down at Octavia to realize what she must do. She pressed the button.
Octavia's body twitched and sprawled onto the floor for what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was only a second or two, but the visuals sure left an impression. Laying dead on the floor, Madge almost thought she looked poetically, tragically beautiful. It was an image to treasure. Almost better than the wedding album she would now never have. That stupid whore.
With the last pieces of her pride intact, Madge gathered her dress and walked out with her head held high. She would not allow anyone to see how Octavia had gotten to her. That stupid child should have just complied. Let this be a lesson to all future brides. Say yes. Or die.
As soon as she was out the room, she released the shackles to let people roam free. They might as well enjoy the food she had prepared.
"I won't," she whimpered, choking on her own voice. "I won't. I can't."
To say Madge disapproved would be an understatement. She had hoped not to have to threaten anyone, but Octavia were to follow her rules, or else. Bringing forth the remote control that could kill her instantly, she looked once more over at Octavia, and hoped she would take the hint. "Are you sure?" she asked, slowly, trying to hide her anger. It was a futile manner, of course, her anger was already glaringly obvious on her red face.
Octavia could barely see through the tears, and in her utter panic, did not even understand the gravity of the situation. She couldn't think. She couldn't see or hear anyone but her own family, her fiancé, her to-be-family. The image of them started a hyperventilation, and she dropped to her knees. The tears were starting to wet the dress. With every drop that fell onto it, Madge's face would turn a darker shade of red.
"Do you want to die?!" she asked, harshly, heavily, trying to turn some sense into her before it was too late. Still, all the bride did was continue to weep at her feet. This was not what she had wanted. She had created the perfect, beautiful bride, only for Octavia to ruin it all. There were witnesses here. People were seeing this. People could start to think this was an acceptable way of behaving. It was not. It only took a brief glance up at the witnesses and back down at Octavia to realize what she must do. She pressed the button.
Octavia's body twitched and sprawled onto the floor for what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was only a second or two, but the visuals sure left an impression. Laying dead on the floor, Madge almost thought she looked poetically, tragically beautiful. It was an image to treasure. Almost better than the wedding album she would now never have. That stupid whore.
With the last pieces of her pride intact, Madge gathered her dress and walked out with her head held high. She would not allow anyone to see how Octavia had gotten to her. That stupid child should have just complied. Let this be a lesson to all future brides. Say yes. Or die.
As soon as she was out the room, she released the shackles to let people roam free. They might as well enjoy the food she had prepared.
