Chapter 6

I don't know what happened but the next day, I just woke up in this dirty room. It seems that they brought me back here.

I fell asleep in Greval's arms while he was so drunk. I still remember how he sounded as he cried painfully last night. It sounded so... hurt and miserable. Like he was so broken beyond repair as he kept on calling Nieva's name. And I admit that something tugged in my heart whenever I think about it.

I sighed heavily as my mind reminisced about what happened last night. Is that really happened? Did I really feel so... miserable because of his cry? No. I should not. Why would I? It was just probably because of the cold night. I do not care about him. A man like Greval should never pity. He is the the god of death and blood, if there is any. He is the personification of death.

My eyes went to the door when it opened. One of his men entered with a tray of his hand. Like usual, he did not say anything to me as he silently put the tray on the table. I just watched him as I remained sitting on the cold floor, breathing heavily.

I swallowed hardly as I felt my stomach growling. I can't wait to eat whatever is in that tray. I just wish it is not some disgusting rat or anything.

When the man left, I immediately stood up and almost ran like a desperate dog towards the small table. I gasped when a steak, rice and some broccoli were on the plate.

Without thinking anything, I sat on the chair and ate like I have not eaten in years. I closed my eyes as the taste of the steak played in my tongue. It tastes so good. It was so soft. I can't believe Greval gave me this food after making me ate a fucking rat.

I was so full. I finished all the food. I did not even leave even a single grain of rice. That is how hungry I was.

As I put down the glass of water on the table, the metal doors suddenly opened again.

I froze when Greval entered. Wearing a three piece black suit, he was glaring at me murderously as he walked over to the table. I swallowed as I stared back at him.

The two bodyguards remained outside the room.

"Did you like the food?" He sounded cocky and I do not know why my heart suddenly pounded so fast inside my chest. I feel like something is going on that I do not know about.

I do not know what to say. I am not even sure if I should answer him.

"Did you like it?" he asked once more in a more condescending tone.

"Yes," I whispered softly.

He smirked darkly as he sat on the chair across mine. His eyes were full of something that I do not even want to know.

"I am glad you liked crocodile meat," he uttered in a playful tone, as though he was talking to a stupid kid.

My breathing stopped when my mind slowly processed his words.

I know that my face was full of shock as his smirk widened even more, like he is fucking enjoying this.

"What?" I hissed. Crocodile meat? I thought it was a fucking steak?! It was a fucking steak! It must be! It tastes like steak! Is he fucking playing with me?!

"A crocodile meat," he said nonchalantly. "What do want to try next time? A... snake, perhaps?" He raised a brow.

I was already catching my breath. This fucking asshole! Is he planning to kill me by making me eat those fucking disgusting food?! Or do you even consider those as food?!

"You are sick!" I hissed through gritted teeth.

It made me so fucking nauseous when I remember how worried I was about him last night! I was so fucking miserable too because of him! I felt his pain as he called his wife! He looked like a helpless man last night! I regret hugging him! I regret touching him! I should not have done that! I was so stupid!

"Well, I guess, I am." His eyes flashed with indignance.

"You are out of your mind, Greval!" I yelled at him but he just smiled, like I said the most ridiculous thing.

"I guess I am," he repeated in a more playful tone. He is really enjoying this!

I stood up as I tried to catch my heavy breathing. I wanted to push the table and smash the ceramic plate on his face but I did not do any of it! I was so mad that my mind was already in disarray.

"You should be fucking thankful that I am giving you something to eat. I am being considerate." His voice was full of cockiness and it irritated me even more. I wanted to punch his face to erase that taunting smirk in his lips!

"I would rather not eat, then!" I snapped back at him.

He raised a brow. "Are you sure? What if you die in hungriness?" He even tried to sound very concern but his eyes were full of darkness.

"I would rather die! Just fucking kill me if that is what you want, Greval!"

He licked his lips as he stared at me for a moment. He remained sitting while I was standing beside the table, glaring at him.

"No. I am not that heartless to kill someone who looks exactly my wife," he said in a calm tone but I know better.

"Stop playing, Greval! If you want to kill me, just do it! And if you want me to say anything about my identity, I am not saying anything to you." I smirked. "If you are just sparing me because of my face, you should remember that your wife is death. She is never coming back. I am not her. If that is what you want to hear. I am not Nieva."

The smirk in his lips slowly vanished as his eyes darkened even more.

I smirked widely. Now, I am sure how to kill him without doing anything...