Chapter 16. Dance for Me, Brianna!

BRIANNA’S POV

After Hermes deflowered me mercilessly, I felt broken. So broken I could barely walk. My womanhood stung with so much pain that seared my waist and thighs. Blood smeared my thighs. I had managed to wash them off before slumping into the bed.

I huddled and buried myself on the bed, whimpering uncontrollably as my tears wet the sheets, the scenario replaying in my head like a horror movie even though I tried hard not to think of it.

Days passed and even weeks. I wasn’t sure since he locked me up in his hell hole. My daily routine was to wake up, wallow in agony, nibble on the food brought by the castle maids, knit some pieces and watch the rise and settling of the sun from the window. The last two were the only activities that managed to untangle me from my web of gloom. It's been a bit long since I saw Hermes. And I was happy about it. I wished I’ll never see him again. But my wish didn’t come true.

One evening while I was peacefully watching the