Episode 7

ALLANA.

I drag myself out of bed, unable to believe that this has happened to me, especially since I've never harmed anyone. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I need to cleanse my body and my soul; I feel so filthy, so sullied—he's degraded me in the worst way a man can a woman.

I begin washing myself, and blood starts to trickle down my legs from within. I run my hand over it, washing it away, and tears fall, blending with the pain in my soul and the water cascading over my face from the shower.

I squat and sit on the floor, crying in despair. I lived on the streets for two years and was never raped, never touched. How could I have been so naïve for this to happen? How could I be deceived by a wealthy fool? Now, I feel the urge to tear his throat out.

I should have left that devil to die in that car crash. Then I wouldn't be in this situation, but I know things will only get worse for me as each day passes. I'm the prisoner of a madman, a psychopath, a rapist... Oh, my God!

How many times more will he do this to me? How many more nights will he use me to satisfy his vile desires?

Damn, I should take this as a life lesson and never help a stranger again. But I'm so stupid; it's quite likely I'll still fall into the trap of offering help and end up the worse for it.

Because that is what's going to happen now, a slap in the face of life, of the soul, every day.

Out of spite, I'll stay in the bathroom all night. He'll end up paying an exorbitant water bill. That's it, my revenge will be to bankrupt this demon. I'll make him spend every last penny. If he thinks just because he pulled me from the street, I don't know how to spend, he is mistaken. I'll choose the most expensive things. I want to see the damage and make him realize I'm just an expense to him and kick me out.

I get up and go straight to the sink, leaving the faucet running. I know it's a waste of water, but he's going to get hit with a huge bill, and I couldn't care less. I want him to go bankrupt.

I return to the shower and stay under it until sleep overcomes me, and that's the only reason I'll leave the bath; otherwise, I'd stay there all night.

I step out, dry myself off, and see his toothbrush on the holder. But there are two brushes—Which one is his?

Just to be sure, I grab both and head to the toilet, scrubbing its bottom with them, grinding in well to ensure they're teeming with germs and to make all the teeth in that disgusting mouth fall out.

After, I put the toothbrushes back as if nothing had been touched.

I will turn my husband's life into a living hell.

I leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel and head to another door. Having no clothes here, I grab one of his shirts, choose the nicest, and dress in it.

I leave the room and the devil is the same, his mouth agape. How I'd love to drop a cockroach inside.

But I walk out, not going to sleep with him at all.

I open the door to the adjacent room and step inside.

I lie on the bed and sleep.

I am awakened in the morning, shaken. I look up and see him with an eyebrow raised.

I quickly get up and move to the corner of the bed, fearful he might repeat what he did last night.

But his face looks odd. He stands, grabs a pen and a pad of paper and begins to write. I realize that he is left-handed like me.

"Go get dressed, we're going to buy you some new clothes."

I thought he was going to apologize for what happened yesterday, but I was mistaken.

He stands, leaving the pad on the dresser, and leaves.

I get up and go to the other room, to my clothes that I wore to get here.

When I enter, he surveys me from head to toe. I'd like to see him brushing his teeth now, but I guess he's already done it since his hair is wet, probably from a shower.

I pick up my clothes and head for the bathroom. I take a bath and, from now on, I plan to take many baths a day.

Afterward, I change, and when I leave the bathroom, he's no longer in the room. My stomach begins to growl.

I leave the room in search of the kitchen to eat.

I find him sitting at the table, one of the maids laughing by his side, a familiar hand on his shoulder.

I sit far from him. He waves to catch my attention, but I pretend not to notice and stay put.

I eat what I can. Lucky for him I don't eat much, or food would also be a huge expense.

He gets up, and that's when I look at him. He signals for us to leave.

In the car, I sit in the back and he looks at me as if disapproving of my choice.

I glance out of the window, ignoring him, until I see out of the corner of my eye that he has left the car and come around to sit beside me in the passenger seat.

I roll my eyes and look out the window again.

His hand lands on my leg, so I push it away without looking at him—I don't want him to touch me. But he persists and places it back.

I take a deep breath and look at him; he's smirking, and so I smile back and push his hand away again.

He raises his hand and pulls my hair at the nape, not too hard but enough to bring my face close to his.

"If you kiss me again, this time I'll bite off your tongue."

He smiles, pulls me in, and presses his lips to mine in disbelief that I'll bite again.

But it's just a quick peck, and he lets go.

This pest is crazy; I'll send him to the madhouse and take all his money.

We pull up in front of a chic store; I'm so surprised my mouth falls open—I guess wasting water at home won't even dent his wallet.

We enter, and the saleswomen all rush over, smiling at him animatedly. I just roll my eyes; it's like god has walked into the shop.

They step back as he takes my hand, leading me after them. We enter a section of the store designated 'Exclusives'.

These clothes are incredibly pricey, and when I see the tag, I nearly faint. Who in their right mind would pay so much for a piece of fabric?

They pile garment upon garment beside me.

He picks some and hands them to me, then leads me to the fitting room, gesturing for me to try them on.

As I slip into the clothes, they fit perfectly; they're so luxurious, perhaps velvet or something similar, but so pleasant on the skin.

I come out, and he's smiling at me.

I turn to change again, but he takes my hand, stopping me from going back. I guess he wants me to stay dressed like this.

He selects all the chosen clothes and then takes me to a cosmetics store, where he gets everything expensive and gives it to me.

After shopping for everything, even shoes, he takes me to a restaurant.

We sit at a table near two men at the next table, who are staring at me.

I look at the devil who notices the men staring and scowls.

Jealous???

I flip my hair to the side to show my neck to the men, feigning innocence, but that's when things get ugly.

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