Every hair on my body stands up and I slowly look toward Pierre again to see he's smiling and watching me creepily ike a wolf waiting for dinner. My hands begin to tremble... What happened to his first wife?? Did he... No. Don't think about it, Barbara, Don't... We finally reach the altar and Gabe takes my hand and places it into Pierre's. The moment Pierre's fingers close around mine, I have to stop myself from pulling away... His grip is damp and revulsion crashes through me... I flinch away from his touch and he chuckles under his breath before stepping away. He isn't even looking at my face... His dark, greasy eyes are tracking the curve of my breasts hungrily through the white fabric of the dress and he licks his thin lips hungrily as he pulls me up onto the altar. The priest stands before us, holding a small leather Bible... He looks down at me, and for a split second, I see a flash of pity in his old eyes. He knows exactly what this is, He knows I am a lamb being led to the
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