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A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil?
Only the innocence of a fallen angel.
Once upon a time, there was...
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∞ Nyx's POV ∞
Despite the dropped sail, the ship slowly moved forward as I stood on the quarterdeck, gazing at the sea fading behind us. The glimmering waves under the moonlight played the image of Agenor walking away from me repeatedly with every abandoned wave. Beside me, Maren tried to cheer me up, suggesting to show me the treasures they acquired or his share of the money, but I couldn't bear to look at him or anyone else, as it reminded me of the gruesome events of the night before. The fighting, killing, bloodied swords, and the disturbing look of excitement in their eyes haunted me.
Trying to push my thoughts away, I breathed in the silence, and I noticed that everyone had gone to sleep after yesterday's raid, last night's party, and today's cleaning and corpse evacuating. During the party, Agenor had summoned me twice to join them, but I was still chained to the wall. It was only when he sent Ace, who was already drunk, to fetch me, that was when he noticed my predicament. Ace had left and came back with the key and released me. He lifted one corpse over a shoulder and dragged the second out, but I couldn't thank him or even look at him. Then he left after reminding me that I needed to celebrate with them.
Overwhelmed with my thoughts, I stayed in my corner until dawn. I hadn't meant to disobey Agenor, but I just couldn't... not with the traces of blood almost everywhere. I only left my sad corner at dawn, and I used every shred of strength in me to reach the galley where I stayed most of the day.
The sight of the blood made me feel uneasy, and although I was ashamed of my own weakness, I knew that my problem ran deeper than that. Whenever I attempted to identify it, my thoughts were interrupted by the memory of Agenor turning his back on me.
Why did he chain me? If it were just for my own protection, he could've simply asked me to stay inside, and I would have.
Did he not trust me? Did he think less of me?
...... Was I really just a whore to him?
These questions weighed heavily on my heart, and I struggled to keep from crying. But I didn't shed tears. I couldn't possibly sink deeper than my own cowardice and shame.
I felt weak and unworthy, like a person he could never rely on. He'll never see me as an equal.
Thoughts kept tugging me in every direction. But then I realized: why was I tormenting myself over someone who didn't trust me or care about me? Although the raid had been frightening, I knew I could move past it if I focused on being brave and letting the images of blood go.
So what was causing this pain inside of me?
∞∞∞
"How about some company in this beautiful night"
His voice roughly brought me back to reality, and I felt repugnance invade my body. "How about we finish what we started?", he continued.
He stepped towards me and I immediately threatened, "Don't come near me or so help me God"
