Hammamet, Tunisia [4]

I always try to give the best for my husband, even if it goes against my little heart, trying to win my conscience over my desires and feelings. Adapting to the new situation I think I went did well. I gave the best I could, including serving my husband in bed. The night after he bought me fancy lingerie, he asked me to wear it the same day. The cut, style, and transparency made me very uncomfortable, I wore it with an itchy feeling. I looked in the nearby mirror and felt my face start to heat up. I turned and faced my husband.

My husband looked at me with a look like he wanted to pounce on me immediately. I sat on the edge of the bed awkwardly, my husband who only wore a towel after showering stroked my arm and kissed my fingertips. The smell of incense that filled my lungs could not make me relaxed. I was still very scared, the roar of the drums in my chest as if I was ready to fight.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked.