On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend Alexander Sinclair said he wanted to take me home to meet his family. The moment I arrived in the small town, he had me tied up and handed over to a group of strangers. Alexander held his first love Sharon Foster in his arms and said coldly, “If I hadn’t tricked you into coming back, Sharon would be the one participating in the town’s ritual.” Sharon smugly told me, “Being chosen as the sacrificial bride for the town’s ritual is your good fortune!” I had no desire to be used as a sacrifice. Looking at the familiar statue in the church, I cried my heart out. When I ran away from our wedding at Christmas, he had said that if he ever saw me again, he would definitely kill me! “Alexander, even if you don’t want to marry me, you don’t have to kidnap me!” I was tied up hand and foot, thrown on the cold floor, surrounded by a group of townspeople with vicious looks in their eyes. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, wondering if they were planning to sell me. But if Alexander needed money, he could have just told me directly—after all, I’m quite wealthy. Alexander held Sharon in his arms, looking at me without a trace of mercy. “If I hadn’t tricked you into coming back, Sharon would be the one participating in the ritual. You’re going to get married anyway, so being the bride of a deity is the same thing. Just think of it as doing this for me.” I thought I had encountered kidnappers, but it turned out to be marriage fraud. After saying this, he stopped looking at me and signaled for the townspeople to act. “Do whatever you want with Charlotte, just don’t hurt Sharon.” Alexander looked at me with a hint of emotion: “I was so good to you, now it’s time for you to repay me.” We dated for two years, and I thought Alexander truly loved me. When he was pursuing me, he was really thoughtful—whenever I needed him, he was always there. He even spent most of his meager salary on me. Alexander made me breakfast every day and gave me little gifts from time to time, which moved me deeply. I thought this was true love and felt lucky, until I saw how he protected Sharon—only then did I understand what true love really looked like. “Don’t worry, one ritual bride is enough. Carry her to the church.” The old mayor Tom Morgan, with his mouth full of yellow teeth, smoked a cigar while eyeing me with a lecherous gaze. “She’s definitely prettier than Sharon. The deity will surely be pleased!” Like livestock awaiting slaughter, I was tied up so tightly I couldn’t move. They dressed me in a white wedding gown, saying I needed to be confined in the church for three days of purification before being offered to the deity. The bride for this ritual had to be a virgin. In the bitter cold, I was tied to a church pew, shivering from cold and hunger. I had already been through this entire process once before, and going through it again, I still couldn’t bear this kind of torment.
When Alexander came over with a blanket that evening, I was sobbing uncontrollably. “Please, Alexander, let me go! I have money—I can pay you!” “Just let me leave, and I’ll give you whatever you want!” When Alexander wrapped the blanket around me, I thought he was softening up. Instead, his hand went straight to my waist, his eyes filled with greed and lust. “Let me have a taste first. I haven’t even touched you yet—feels like such a waste!” With that, Alexander’s hand slid downward, grabbing my calf. During our entire relationship, he’d refused to touch me, saying that was something for after marriage, claiming he respected me too much for that. Because of this, I’d grown to trust him more and more, thinking he was a good man. I never imagined Alexander’s true intentions could be so disgusting. I kicked frantically in terror. “What do you want from me?” Alexander’s rough fingers scraped painfully against my skin. “Tell me the safe combination. You’re an orphan—you don’t need all that money anyway.” Looking at that greedy, vicious face, I suddenly felt calm. Alexander wanted both my body and my money! Even if I gave him the safe combination, he wouldn’t let me go. On that Christmas when I trusted him most, I’d foolishly revealed all my cards. My safe contained enough wealth to last him several lifetimes. Back then, I’d ignored the greedy look in Alexander’s eyes. When he didn’t react much, I thought he was a good person. Turns out he was worse than any villain I’d ever encountered—he was just better at hiding it. But now I had no choice but to beg for mercy and compromise. I said, “I really don’t want to marry the deity. You just want money, right? We can make a deal!” “I can give you more money than you could ever spend. Just let me go, okay? With that money, you and Sharon can go anywhere!” Alexander seemed tempted, stroking my face as he began groping me. “With a body like this and such a pretty face, I don’t want to hand you over to the deity.” “If you behave yourself, I might just take you with us!” Alexander pounced on me like a beast in heat, his disguise completely dropped, revealing his evil nature. His movements were rough, leaving bruises all over my skin. Just as I was fighting back nausea while trying to work free from the ropes, Sharon came running in, crying. “You bastard!” Alexander snapped back to reality after getting slapped. Seeing Sharon’s tear-streaked face, he held her tenderly, trying to comfort her. “Sharon, it’s not what you think. I just wanted her safe combination!” “She forced me into this—she was seducing me. I haven’t touched her in two years, and I certainly wouldn’t think of it now!” Sharon glared at me furiously, as if she’d been terribly wronged. “Tom said she’s prettier than me. You’ve been together for two years—I don’t believe you never wanted to touch her!” Alexander said earnestly, “I really didn’t. She can’t compare to you! I only got with her for your sake. How could I dare defile a bride meant for the deity?” Sharon actually believed him, half-resisting as she and Alexander started making out. Alexander’s pent-up lust was now being unleashed on Sharon with double intensity. Watching them act like they wanted to go at it right then and there made me sick. I was afraid they really would lose control. I couldn’t help but say, “Won’t you really consider letting me go?” Sharon leaned against Alexander, panting, glaring at me smugly. “If we let you go, who’s going to marry the deity? Don’t try any tricks. If you seduce Alexander again, I won’t let you off!” Seeing how perfectly in sync Alexander and Sharon were, I could only play my last card. “I’ll tell you the truth—I know the deity. If you hand me over to him, you’re going to be in serious trouble!”
Sharon burst into laughter at my words. “How ridiculous. There’s no way you could know that deity!” She pointed at the photos in the church. “Look, these are all people who’ve encountered the deity, and not one of them came back alive!” Those photos showed the ritual brides who had been sacrificed. Among them was a yellowed photograph of someone who looked exactly like me. But that photo was tucked away in a dusty corner where no one would ever notice it. Alexander frowned, clearly losing his patience. “You can’t have me, so you’ve gone crazy with grief? Playing insane won’t help—I have plenty of ways to make you give up that safe combination!” I decided to put on a defiant attitude. Since they wouldn’t let me go, they shouldn’t expect to get my money either! My fate would be the same regardless! Seeing my reaction, Alexander punched me hard in the stomach. “Bitch! Tell me now!” I doubled over in pain, tasting blood in my mouth, but my eyes remained defiant. Alexander was about to hit me again when Sharon grabbed his arm. “Alexander, stop. I have a way to make her cooperate.” Alexander’s eyes immediately lit up. “Really?” Sharon smiled mysteriously, pushing him toward the door. “Of course. Go rest for now—I guarantee I’ll make her obedient!” After Alexander left, I looked at Sharon’s vicious face, feeling an ominous premonition. “What are you planning?” Sharon slapped me hard across the face, her nails leaving several bloody scratches on my cheek. She said through gritted teeth, “You really think you’re prettier than me?” The blow left me dizzy and disoriented as I instinctively struggled. “Aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble for hitting me?” Sharon grabbed my chin and pulled out several needles, viciously jabbing them into my body. “Afraid? Once we get your money, Caleb will take me far away from here. “Even if the townspeople investigate, you and Alexander will be the ones in trouble—that coward! “If Alexander had the courage to protect me back then, I wouldn’t have had to debase myself with those men all these Christmases! “No woman sacrificed to the deity has ever returned alive. You won’t get another chance to fight me.” With that, Sharon roughly pried open my mouth and shoved a black, wriggling insect inside. Before I could spit it out, the bug had already slid down my throat. Being naturally terrified of insects, I felt utterly desperate. If I hadn’t been unable to bear eating these bugs every day, I wouldn’t have run away from my wedding that Christmas! Sharon watched me retch and cry with immense satisfaction. “Thanks to this bug’s special properties, you can only tell the truth after eating it. Now, tell me the safe combination!” She had this useful tool all along but didn’t use it earlier—she just wanted to torture me! Sharon got what she wanted, extracting the safe combination from me. The bug was powerful—I couldn’t resist telling the truth. Before leaving, Sharon even slashed my face with a knife. As soon as she left, a burly man walked in. “Caleb, didn’t you want to sleep with this bitch? Once you’ve had your fun, we’ll leave this place! You promised you’d take me away!” Caleb Morgan said excitedly, “Alexander, that coward, could resist sleeping with such a beautiful woman? I’m so lucky! “Well done. I’ll reward you properly when I get back! With money, we can go anywhere we want!” Sharon happily closed the door and left. Blood covering my face, I watched Caleb approach me with barely any life left in me, cursing inwardly. If I had known I’d suffer like this, I would have stayed in the mountains with the bugs for company! To prevent me from making any sound, Caleb stuffed my mouth tightly with cloth strips. Just as he was about to make his move, Sharon’s voice suddenly rang out from outside: “Caleb! Tom’s coming with people!” Caleb hastily pulled up his pants and sighed in frustration, then grabbed a burlap sack and threw it over my head. “What rotten luck. Whatever, once I have money, I won’t lack for women.” The door slammed shut, and I could hear voices talking outside. Caleb was Tom’s son. He and Sharon lied, claiming they had already examined my body, successfully sending those people away. With my mouth gagged and a sack over my head, I could only make weak whimpering sounds as I listened to the footsteps gradually fade away. This continued until the third day—the day to deliver the bride to the mountain chapel. Half-dead from hunger, I was carried onto the wagon with my head still covered. The mountain road was bumpy. I used my last bit of strength to gradually push out the cloth stuffed in my mouth. If I could just let them see my disfigured face, I wouldn’t have to be sent to the mountain chapel! The deity only accepted perfect, flawless brides—any imperfection was unacceptable. My tongue was bleeding by the time I finally spat out the cloth. I used all my strength to throw myself from the wagon, wanting to scream but only managing hoarse whimpers. I hadn’t had a drop of water in three days, my infected wounds were causing a high fever, and my throat was extremely sore. Tom was horrified and ordered everyone to stuff me back into the wagon. “Good God, bride, stop making trouble! If you get hurt, the deity will be furious! Give up—this is an opportunity others would kill for!” I struggled desperately, making urgent rasping sounds, and in the chaos managed to tear off the sack from my head. When my scarred, festering, pus-filled face was exposed to everyone, they all gasped in shock. Alexander looked at Sharon in stunned disbelief, but ultimately chose cowardly silence. Tom flew into a rage: “Who did this? Who the hell did this? The deity will bring down punishment!” Someone suggested: “Given the circumstances, we’ll have to find another bride!” Everyone turned in unison toward Sharon. Alexander instinctively stepped in front of Sharon, saying: “You promised you wouldn’t hurt Sharon!” Tom kicked him aside, saying: “Get out of the way! In this emergency, Sharon has to take her place! Do you want to bear the deity’s wrath for the entire town?” Alexander, knocked to the ground, went pale and didn’t dare speak again. Seeing Alexander’s cowardly behavior, Sharon angrily shouted: “I’m not a virgin anymore—I can’t be the ritual bride! Charlotte has to go! At least she’s still a virgin!” Alexander was shocked. He grabbed Sharon and demanded: “What are you saying? I haven’t touched you these past two years, and you’ve been with other men behind my back?” Sharon impatiently shook him off and hid behind Tom. “Pathetic. I haven’t seen you for two years—did you expect me to wait forever?” The men around us all wore knowing smiles, and Alexander flushed with shame and anger. “Today is the day of the ritual. Alexander, do you dare disrupt the ceremony?” Tom’s gaze swept over Sharon before he reluctantly made his decision. “Shut up! We have no choice—we’ll send Charlotte to the chapel and complete the ritual first!” I couldn’t believe my ears and struggled desperately. They beat me for it. When they hit me, they were careful not to leave obvious marks on my body. Finally, I passed out and was despairingly covered and loaded into the wagon. Back at that familiar chapel, I woke to the sound of prayers. The townspeople didn’t dare linger and quickly filed out. But the next second, I was thrown out too, hitting the ground hard. A cold snort came from within the statue: “Stop sending women here. Get out!” This was the deity’s voice! The townspeople trembled in terror. Sharon was the first to react, grabbing a knife and lunging for my throat: “Great deity, please calm your anger—we’ll kill her as a sacrifice right now!” I didn’t understand why she still wanted to kill me when the deity had clearly said he didn’t want women. I desperately dodged. The knife pierced my shoulder. Sharon pounced on me like a madwoman, tearing my thin wedding dress. On my shoulder, the mark the deity had left with his own hand was exposed to the air. “You have to die! I refuse to be trapped in this place forever!” As the knife was about to fall, I closed my eyes in despair. Just then, an incredulous cry came from beneath the statue: “Charlotte!”
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