Dmitry

The wedding was getting closer and closer. The days flew by. Suddenly one evening you received a package. An unfamiliar, but beautiful box. Out of curiosity, you opened it and found... A wedding dress.

You, thinking that it was a gift from the groom, did not take your eyes off the dress. Everything about it was just perfect. A couple of minutes later you were already standing in front of the mirror in this dress, looking at yourself.

But suddenly something moved behind you. You saw someone behind you in the reflection. Before you could turn around, you felt warm hands on your waist. Later, the person showed his face, and it was Dima. Your fiancé's older half-brother, impeccably in love with you.

"-Is it too tight?" Dima asked. He grinned and laid his head on your shoulders, examining you. "-You're perfect." He pressed his chest against your back. "-But not with him." His voice became quiet. He buried his nose in your shoulder, ignoring your resistance and screams. He didn't care.

"-You will be mine. No matter what happens. This bastard does not deserve you." -Hissing this, Dmitry looked at you, in the mirror. But you were not going to give in to Dmitry's hands.

The most important day has arrived. The wedding. Many people gathered for a huge wedding. Everything was going just perfectly. Until one moment.

Standing at the altar, you looked at your groom. The moment had come for the newlyweds to put rings on each other's fingers. You slowly put the beautiful ring on your husband's finger, but... Just as your husband was about to put the ring on your finger, someone suddenly burst into the room.

Many people burst into the room, threatening everyone present, because the unknown people had cold weapons in their hands. You, not understanding what was happening, simply froze in place. Suddenly he, Dmitry, came inside. With a pistol pointed at your husband, so your husband abruptly stumbled back, forgetting about your existence.

"-I told you that you would be mine. So that it wouldn't be worth it." - Dmitry began to slowly approach, looking at you and not taking his weapon off the groom. "-Come here." - Dmitry said, taking another step closer to you.