"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　Five days have passed ever since Matteo and I's wedding. I am still here locked up in his dungeon, still bruised, injured, and unclothed. There are times he will come by with a cigarette in his hand, torturing me for hours again and again as if it is something he will never get tired of.


　　Whenever he is done with his cigarettes he will stick the cigarette butts to my skin before tossing it away, leaving burn marks all over my skin. Every night the maid will deliver food to my cell, most of the time just a piece of bread. Just enough food to keep me alive. I want to stop consuming those food so that I could just die already, but my instincts are stopping me, my body pushing me to live but my mind doesn't.


Chapter 14