Part 6

Her new room was not given due to any mercy or kindness, but due to convenience. It was now much easier for him to visit her, although she was still kept as a secret, and this was still a prison.

He would still torture her now and then, but the time was considerable less. After all, his visit was not just for the purpose of torturing her. Many of these times, it was for the sake of sleeping with her.

"Before, you were only faintly acceptant of my words. Now you are almost the opposite." She said. "I would not say that you have given up, but you seem to no longer be so certain that you can make me submit to you."

"I am tired of seeing the same thing repeating over and over with you." he admitted, before his voice hardened. "But do not be so foolish as to believe that I have given up."

Their lovemaking were like light fights, as they were both irritated with the fact that they desired the other so, and they would both meet a challenge straight on. However, unlike the tortures he inflicted on her, there were ways for her to return what he did. Maybe that was why she was so willing.

"Your wife will certainly not believe that the wound made by my nail is anything else." She chuckled as she inspected her work.

"She has more sense then the previous two by not trying to find out what I am doing." He said as he picked up his robes. Despite everything, he would still not fall sleep beside her.

"Because you are afraid of what I might do?" she asked.

Or perhaps it was what she would not do. However, the notion was quickly pushed aside by him.

He was not fully sure of his own actions. Why did he want her? Yet at the same time, he would hurt her both physically and mentally over and over again due to his frustration at her refusal.

His situation was even more pitiful. He was holding onto something that would not be his.

"Do not be so foolish as to believe that I will submit. Sleeping with you has nothing to do with what I feel. What the body want has nothing to do with what the mind think." She called out this sentiment shared by him.

In that same way, the man who sleeps with her is similar yet different from the one who tortured her.

One day, he would die and each passing day brings it closer. However, she was no longer so glad of it. She would welcome her freedom, yet the thought of his death did not make her happy.