Starved Beast. Part 25

"Since you are now my husband I must tell you a secret, monsieur," she whispered, planting her lips all over my face and kissing it all over.

"It's because I trust you and because I submit to your will, I want you to know how deceptive a woman can be. My mother once told me that control is an illusion, and when I asked her what she meant, she smiled mischievously and described the events of that day when she was brought to your cottage by the soldiers.

She described how she was stripped naked and raped and tied to the table and beaten, but then she demanded that I think harder and deeper and not to take things at their face value.

'Who did I think was in command of the soldiers?' she inquired. 'Who paid their wages? Who instructed them to bring her to my cottage, bound and yet still wearing expensive jewelry and fine clothes?'

She grinned at me and answered her own question. She had. She had contrived the whole of it with the soldiers.

I was confused