She knew he didn't finish and she wondered why. The man hated her; he had no remorse for her. So why didn't he keep plundering her body until he gained his satisfaction? She didn't know the answer to that, and it was the least of her problems. Alone, she started sobbing aloud. For the first time since her kingdom was ambushed, her father killed, and she was taken into slavery, she felt pain. Real raw pain.

Heart-wrenching sobs wretched her throat. She had always dreamed of flowers. Her husband making love to her under the moonlight. Her, losing her virginity to him while he loved her body so tenderly.

This was nowhere near what she imagined. Reality hurt like a knife to the heart. Father, why did you have to do this to me?

She didn't know which pain was greater: the one coming from her body or the one from her heart. The one from her body was physical. What he did to her hurt. But the one to her heart hurt too, because she knew that this was her life now.

Danika got off the bed, glad t