85 Twisted pleasure

The man smirked as he approached Linda, settling down next to her. "Marcel." At the mention of his name, she gulped, her eyes widening with shock as she quickly stood up. "Marcel?" She couldn't believe she was facing him so soon. "What... what?" "Relax, my little Angel. In just a few days, we'll be married," he said with a smile. She shook her head. "I can't marry you." If this was a dream, she needed to wake up now. Exhaling deeply, she continued to stare at him. "I never asked for your opinion. It's my decision to marry you, not yours," he asserted. "If only you could remember the times we were young and played together," he reminisced. "I don't recall having any memories with you," she replied. "I don't blame you. You were too young then," he smiled. "I'm not supposed to be here. I need to leave," she insisted. He stood up abruptly. "You're not leaving." “Why?” she questioned. “This isn't my home. I can leave whenever I want to.” “This is