Chapter 6

Alex’s P.O.V.

It had been a week since I was imprisoned here in this palatial house. From that night onward, he was missing. There was another way to contact the world.

All the doors were locked, and there was a steel grill covering the windows. For two days, I cried hard until my throat started to hurt, but it was of no use. A couple of times, when hunger made me sick, I got in the kitchen and tried to cook something but this was a difficult thing for me.

I was completely hopeless but was surprised that my senses were fully intact and I was still alive. I was now finding out how brave I was or how stupid I was to be subjected to such torture and still feel no hate for him. I was still sitting with my head on my knees when I heard the sound of the door opening and then closing. Heavy footsteps started coming closer. I could recognize him by his smell. His smell always drives me crazy but today I had to restrain myself. He sat on his paws and lightly touched my head. I immediately jumped and stood up.

"Relax, It's Me, Your Husband, Your Dream Man." Pressing the corner of one eye and speaking mischievously, he scared me with his tone and I slipped back.

"Where were you, I want to meet my dad, please let me talk to him." My eyes filled with salty water as I begged to him. It was the first time I begged anyone. He looked at me intently and stood up. His shadowy smile had disappeared, now there was a stern look.

"Do you like to be dirty or did you think of fulfilling this dream after marriage because you have never seen so dirty before? You have not changed your clothes for a week."

Hearing this, I took a look at my dress and felt ashamed for a moment, but the next moment I saw him. How did he know about me? But I couldn’t ask him.

"I have to talk at home." Despite his words, I spoke stubbornly. He laughed mockingly.

"Well, very well, I like your style. I have to praise you for the rest of my life, but now I'm very hungry, so quickly change your clothes and come to the kitchen, then I'll think of something."

He patted my cheek and walked away talking in a strange way. I sat there for some time and then hurriedly stepped behind him. I don't know if he's leaving now, when he'll return.

I changed into black trousers and a black shirt after taking a shower. For some moments, I stared at the reflection in the mirror; it wasn't the same as me.

With pale skin and dark circles under the eyes, life used to smile; now it looked like a sick girl. What have I become in a week? I wiped the water from my eyes and brushed my hair. Turning, I quickly left the room; I had to reach the kitchen within the time limit given by Conard.

I had thought that I would have to use my mind to escape here. The more I was afraid of him, the more he would scare me.

As soon as I reached the kitchen, he immediately turned towards me. He left his work and came towards me.

"Has anyone of yours died? Well, as far as I know, your beloved father and the rest of the family members are still alive and playing a supporting role in increasing the burden of this earth."

Keeping the knife on the table, he spoke in a stern tone. I looked at him surprised. Why does he always speak like that?

"Why are you talking like this? Now you will also let me talk to my dad when I have completed your task." I said in a firm voice. He was a bit shocked.

"So you have finally agreed. Well, I didn't expect a daddy baby girl like you to be normal so soon. He seemed satisfied. "I thought you were praying like a crying fairy imprisoned by a giant for a prince to free you, but you have demonstrated enough understanding by compromising with the situation, so as soon as you accomplish the tasks assigned to you, it will be easier for you." Seeing this, I moved towards the cutting board so that I could prepare food for him.

"Did I tell you that I want to eat vegetables? Why are you becoming so smart, darling?"

Taking me in his grip from behind, he spoke in a whisper. It all happened so fast and so suddenly that I could not understand anything. Drop by drop, the confidence that was wrapped up began to crumble.

"There is a list. Today's dinner menu is written on it." His hand pressed against my stomach, forcing me to shiver. Feeling my trembling, a mysterious smile spread on his lips.

"But today I am in the mood to eat Chinese rice."

Turning my face towards him, he placed his index finger under my chin and raised my face. Hearing his order, my senses fled. I did not even know the recipe for Chinese rice.

But who eats this for dinner? It's unhealthy..." Moisturizing my dry lips, I try to save myself. I was unsuccessful.

"That is my problem. Do as much as you are told. Come here." He held my hand, brought me to the sink, put a bowl full of rice and signaled me to wash it. I stood silently staring at the rice.

"Hey, what are you staring at? They have to be washed, let's start." Shaking me by the shoulder, he ordered again. I looked helplessly at him.

"You are a very useless girl. People like you are a burden on this earth who do not know how to do anything, they need others for everything. According to me, such people have no right to live."

His brutal tone reminded me of the man on the first night of their marriage. The condition he had put the man in and the way he had treated me after that was all fresh in my mind. I was left shaking with fear.

After muttering something, he came close to me, holding my hands in his hands in such a way that my hands were hidden in his strong hands. Then he opened the faucet and the water started falling directly into the rice.

He dipped my hands in water and began to mash the rice with both hands. A painful cry escaped my lips, but he was mashing rice without paying attention. He put his elbows on my chest to crush my resistance. I was trying to free myself but he was strong.

My whole face was wet with tears. Screams and sobs came out of my lips frequently. All the water in the rice pot was red.

I screamed and pleaded with him to leave me. It hurt. As he drowned my hands in the water, I watched in horror.

"Conard please…." When I screamed helplessly, he stopped there. He left me with a jerk. I quickly took my hands out of the water and watched.

The palms of both hands were badly injured; several pieces of small glass were embedded in the soft flesh. My hands were soaked in blood again as soon as I saw them, with drops of blood now falling to the floor below. He looked at me crying, shook his head in opposition, retreated, and left the kitchen with staggered steps. I tried to stop my sobs at the brutality of this tyrant.

He was cruel. I became horrified by his cannibalistic behavior.

“I will never forgive you.” I said, crying loudly. I sobbed, cried and wept. But no one was there to listen to me.