Chapter 12

Katarina's POV

"Pancakes or toast?"

My sleepless eyes moved toward her and I mumbled with a small smile. "Anything would be fine."

She nodded and turned her back towards me as she mixed the batter of pancakes. I was never a picky eater. Though there were times when I threw some tantrums here and there for not eating the time I had to spend caged in Xerxes's pack, I came to realise the worth of the food. Of course, I would if it meant eating once in three days, not full but only two slices of bread with a glass of water.

Xerxes was a cruel male, his antics, his ways, his words, everything about him was horrendous. Sometimes, I wonder if he ever felt any remorse or guilt for anything he did to me. It was torturous for me, but never he batted a lash on my condition. Instead of pain, my bloodied body caused him immense pleasure, my sufferings caused him joy. What deeds I had done to get him as my moon blessed, only God could know that.

"Kat