I wish I could say that the next four days became easier.

Thankfully, there weren't any surprises that threatened revealing my awareness. No weird bath sessions, no particularly suspicious glances, everything seemed to be my horrid new normal. I still went to dinner with the other girls. I found it harder and harder to look innocently at Gakupo. I honestly could say, even then, that I hated him. I hated him more than I hated anyone in my life and anyone I would hate for the rest of it.

The blistering headaches, just as Yuka predicted, worsened every day, but I think I became slightly stronger every day as well. Mostly, I slept. There was even a point on Tuesday night that I thought I could do this for two and a half more weeks.

I could have cried. I could have cried and cried for hours and days. But, I couldn't afford wallowing in self-pity. That would solve nothing. I really wanted to, though.

No remnant of Yuka's temporary sanity appeared again for those couple days. I understood, of course, but it was increasingly upsetting, not having anyone to talk to. I didn't realize how much I missed talking until I did so with Yuka.

The thought repeatedly on my mind, though, was Len. I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I missed him. I missed my husband so deeply.

When Wednesday started, I thought it was going to be another "normal" day. It occurred to me that, after today, I would have spent an entire week in this horrific place. That was troubling yet oddly satisfying, knowing that I had survived seemingly longer than anyone else had.

It didn't occur to me that last Wednesday, I only awoke after I was with Gakupo and Yuka, doing something.

But, at the time, all was as well as it could ever be in that dank basement of terrors.

I ate lunch, uncomplaining and stoic, and wondered why the daily supply of a woman hadn't arrived yet. Thus far, they all came before lunch. I waited a few hours. For some reason, I couldn't drift off as easily as I could for the past week like something was urging me to stay awake. I found that odd since I've never felt the influence of this mansion tell me that before.

At around five pm, I heard my name. I never thought I would loath my own name so much.

I was dozing off, thinking of a random instance years ago that no one remembers but me. Miku opened the heavily latched door like she did about seven times a day. Then, she called two names.

"Mayu and Yuka! You're up."

In that moment, I wanted to run up to Miku and strangle her. I could have if it wasn't for the small army of girls who are a lot stronger than they look.

I knew what was going to happen. My naivety of the passing week hit me like a brick. Of course. I'm one of his favorites. Why did I have to be one of his favorites?

Numbly, I stood up with Yuka and walked to the door, up the stairs, and followed Yuka to somewhere I had never been before, not even in the very beginning. We went up another flight of stairs, I was already breathless. We found ourselves in a large darkened room, a very large bed in the center. Decadent armoires, to-the-ceiling mirrors, posh chairs, and oak tables filled the space. And, in the middle of the bed, was Gakupo, wearing some weird one piece leather suit that showed off his chest and thighs.

I nearly gagged.

"Long time no see~" Gakupo chirped.

Oh please, PLEASE, tell me that he isn't into role play. I knew what was to come. It was probably going to be the most painful thing mentally in my life, but it could go all the worse if I have to start role playing.

"How about we do the maid sisters, tonight?~" he pulled out two maid costumes.

Shit.

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The next hour was an onslaught of venomous pleasure.

Don't get me wrong, this was not pleasurable to me. By no means was this in the slightest sense pleasurable to me. As soon as he began, I would have rather hanged myself than see Gakupo's face ever again in my life. But, I made a promise. No matter how bad I wanted to break it, I could never.

I would have completely deleted this memory from my conscience if it wasn't for two rather alarming things: what happened during and what happened after.

The details were very blurred (thank God), but what I remember was as we reached the…climax, I literally started gagging. I wanted out. I didn't care if I died anymore, just get me out.

But, Gakupo didn't notice. I found this surprising. I never met his eyes during this whole situation, but I had to that once. His normally poisonous violet eyes were a glowing red. His pupils were like cats. I could swear that I stared into the eyes of a demon.

Yuka, at the time, was staring at herself in the mirror, also not noticing my sudden urge to vomit.

His eyes turned back to purple, and he smile at me. I averted his gaze and gave a large believable smile back. It felt like my lips were betraying Len.

Len. The constant weight on my shoulders. I was now the vessel of infidelity all these other girls were. I guess I have been for a long time. I wonder if Len has already moved on…

The second scathingly memorable moment was right after I was done putting my small lingerie back on, feeling completely worthless.

The door to the bedroom opened slowly. Part of me thought that it could be a savior, but no, far from it.

A beautiful girl with long pink hair entered, wearing a doctor's over coat. I didn't have to wait for her name.

It was Luka, my old friend from college.