He's not the villain

I lost count of the days I stayed here. Most times, it seemed as if I'd only stayed here for two days, and other times, it feels like I'd stayed here for a month.

The room he took me to had no light. The windows were barred, and the curtains were drawn.

Aside from the maids who occasionally come in to feed and help me bathe, I've not seen any other person.

Well, that's when you exclude that beast of a man.

My back aches and my legs feel so sore, I can't feel it any more.

But that beast won't hear!

He's always going at it like an animal. And that made me wonder if he was sex deprived. He acts as if he has never been allowed an intimate moment before.

“I hate him.” I gritted out in anger as I splashed the water, not paying attention to the maid behind me. “If only I had an axe, I will plunge it so deep into his chest that he won't be able to reincarnate.”

I said those words out loud, so the maid can hear them, and relay to the beast, what I said.

This was precisely what I said last