81. Can't get out
Daphne looked up at the wicked man looking down at her with wide eyes.
This must be a dream. It must be a dream. If it is a dream, this must be a nightmare. Daphne clenched her fists with all her might. The feeling of her body moving around was dull, but the pain of her nails digging into her flesh was vivid.
Still, the monster blinked and looked at her. Its insanely beautiful emerald eyes were swollen.
It's an incomprehensible situation. No, it's a difficult situation to understand.
Daphne must have run away. The stench of the corpse and the memory of the time she fell asleep after taking the medicine are still so vivid.
This is not reality, this is reality...
Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes. Her eyes were burning hot, and the tears quickly fell down her temples. The vivid sensation drove her crazy.
“You are such a sleepyhead.”
Asherad raised his finger and stroked Daphne’s face. The feeling of his cold hand gave her goosebumps. Daphne finally opened her lips as she looked into Asherad's green eyes.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
It was a pitiful and desperate sound, like the last gasp of a beast. She screamed and realized. She was caught. She was caught again by this man!
The man's smile grew deeper.
The plan was perfect. When Asherad went out to inspect, she would disguise herself as a corpse and escape. But why was she asleep in this room right now?
The corners of Asherad's lips, which had been raised, lowered, and his eyes took on a cold light. Daphne’s screams of frustration, despair, and fear were nothing more than a loud noise to him.
“Get up. Before I rip your mouth off.”
A harsh word came out of Asherad's mouth. Her body began to tremble. Daphne sat up. Daphne realized that this was a bed. Her clothes had been changed, and she had a unique, soft scent. If that was the case, it had been a very long time since she was captured.
“Why... why on earth...”
“Why were you caught?”
Asherad spoke slowly. He sat down on the chair and met Daphne’s eyes. Then she flinched and stepped back. Asherad's eyes darkened even more as he watched the woman running away in surprise.
'Your Majesty.'
The figure of the woman who had called him that and laughed disappeared like a mirage.
Daphne looked up at the wicked man looking down at her with wide eyes.
This must be a dream. It must be a dream. If it is a dream, this must be a nightmare. Daphne clenched her fists with all her might. The feeling of her body moving around was dull, but the pain of her nails digging into her flesh was vivid.
Still, the monster blinked and looked at her. Its insanely beautiful emerald eyes were swollen.
It's an incomprehensible situation. No, it's a difficult situation to understand.
Daphne must have run away. The stench of the corpse and the memory of the time she fell asleep after taking the medicine are still so vivid.
This is not reality, this is reality...
Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes. Her eyes were burning hot, and the tears quickly fell down her temples. The vivid sensation drove her crazy.
“You are such a sleepyhead.”
Asherad raised his finger and stroked Daphne’s face. The feeling of his cold hand gave her goosebumps. Daphne finally opened her lips as she looked into Asherad's green eyes.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
It was a pitiful and desperate sound, like the last gasp of a beast. She screamed and realized. She was caught. She was caught again by this man!
The man's smile grew deeper.
The plan was perfect. When Asherad went out to inspect, she would disguise herself as a corpse and escape. But why was she asleep in this room right now?
The corners of Asherad's lips, which had been raised, lowered, and his eyes took on a cold light. Daphne’s screams of frustration, despair, and fear were nothing more than a loud noise to him.
“Get up. Before I rip your mouth off.”
A harsh word came out of Asherad's mouth. Her body began to tremble. Daphne sat up. Daphne realized that this was a bed. Her clothes had been changed, and she had a unique, soft scent. If that was the case, it had been a very long time since she was captured.
“Why... why on earth...”
“Why were you caught?”
Asherad spoke slowly. He sat down on the chair and met Daphne’s eyes. Then she flinched and stepped back. Asherad's eyes darkened even more as he watched the woman running away in surprise.
'Your Majesty.'
The figure of the woman who had called him that and laughed disappeared like a mirage.
Asherad looked out the window. It was still daylight, but the dark clouds were gathering. It seemed to smell something fishy, and then it started to rain. Asherad looked at the rain and said.
“I almost got rained on.”
Daphne flinched at those words. Asherad chuckled at the sound coming out of his own mouth and turned his head back to Daphne.
“Before that, Daphne.”
“...”
“Why, of all places, a coffin? The smell of a rotting corpse was so bad it made me dizzy.”
“...”
“Next time you’re going to run away, try to do it somewhere a little more fragrant.”
“...”
"Of course..."
His green eyes had darkened like a forest at night. He stared straight at Daphne with those sunken eyes, smiling seductively and speaking softly.
“If you run away again, I’ll cut off your legs this time.”
The words spoken in a humorous voice were extremely cruel. Daphne opened her eyes wide and clenched her teeth. Tears fell.
Cut off the leg? Why? Why go that far?
A face that seemed to be looking at something horrible. Asherad said, looking at that face full of disgust.
“I’m the one who should ask, Daphne.”
“...”
“Why did you run away?”
“...”
“I did a good job for you.”
“...”
“I didn’t let you sleep in that rotten room, and instead of moldy bread, I gave you soft bread. Instead of that stiff black dress, I dressed you in a pretty dress...”
“...”
“I said I would marry you, despite all the hardships.”
“...”
“I loved you so much.”
He looked like he was looking at a traitor, as if he really didn't know. Daphne's eyes began to slowly turn into anger as she looked at that innocent face. She opened her lips slightly and let out a long breath. Then, suddenly, a large hand grabbed her chin tightly.
“I asked you why.”
Asherad said in a gloomy voice. His dark eyes were fixed on Daphne. Daphne's lips turned up as she looked at the man's face, which seemed to have murderous intent. Her tearful eyes began to show a terrible blue hatred. When Asherad noticed the change and released the hand that was holding her chin, Daphne spoke calmly.
“That’s exactly what happened.”
“...”
“Because it’s you. Because it’s you.”
“...”
“Because it’s always been like this, you still don’t see me as a person, you see me as a pet!”
Her eyes were reddened. He was observing her actions without changing his expression.
“It’s not like that anymore.”
Something seemed to choke Daphne's breath at those words. As if trying to shake it off, Daphne cried out.
“Don’t lie!”
“...”
“How long are you going to toy with me, how long!”
Her voice was laced with a piercing scream. The sight of her losing her mind and exploding with rage in front of Asherad was so pitiful that it was almost sad.
“Why don’t you know, why on earth don’t you know...”
“...”
“It’s simple, I felt like I was going to die when I was next to you. Because being connected to you was horrible.”
“...”
“Because I hated you, you.”
Daphne cried. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She suppressed the hatred that was rising deep inside her.
Asherad was still looking at Daphne without saying anything.
Daphne now wanted him to say something, anything.
No, what good does it do what he says? It's already happened.
"Please..."
Daphne approached Asherad again and took hold of his large hand. His gaze turned to her hand.
“Please, please, I beg you. Let me go. Please.”
“...”
“Please, I beg you. Asherad. Please, let me go.”
Daphne, who was struggling to move her body properly, eventually got off the bed and knelt in front of Asherad.
Yeah, this was the right relationship.
This is a relationship where one reigns and the other submits, not a relationship where they look each other in the eye from the same height. Daphne does not deny this hierarchy, but speaks to her absolute being.
“Please. Let me beg you. I... I don’t want to.”
She croaked. Running away, being chased, being caught, the relationship between a cat and a mouse. Cats don’t catch mice to eat them. They chase them just for fun. But for the mouse, that playful chase was a desperate struggle to survive.
Daphne realized that this relationship was like a cat and a mouse. Just as a cat would never die from a mouse bite, Asherad knew that Daphne would never suffer any trouble.
So caught in his grasp. She forgot to turn around and acted cute. In reality, she didn't know that he was playing with her. That's how it's been.
But now she was sick of it.
So Daphne begged, desperately, on her knees before him, with all her earnest desire.
“If your life has become like this because of my mother, then cut off my legs to vent your anger. You can cut off my arms. My life was ruined just like that. Just end it once. Please.”
She didn't care if he cut off her arms and legs in anger, if he left a fatal scar on her face, if he put her eyes out. She just felt like she could live anywhere but here.
She wanted to live. Daphne desperately wanted to live.
What made her want to die was her burning desire for a 'normal life'.
Not bound by anyone, not restrained, not unfairly punished for sins that you did not commit.
Daphne cried. Her face was stained with tears. She didn't care if her crying was ugly or not. Asherad looked down at the beautiful figure praying beneath her.
I want to kill you.
He was seething with murderous intent. Should he just kill her? If he were to eat even a bit of her flesh, would this woman live on inside him forever?
This woman is asking to run away. She wants...
For me, only being by your side is heaven.
Asherad was the opposite of Daphne. He could breathe by Daphne's side. He liked that side, that embrace.
“I’ll show you how to get away from me.”
So, Asherad took something out of his bosom. It was a small stick. When he held out his hand and showed it kindly, she saw a dagger. Asherad grabbed the scabbard and threw it away.
Asherad bent down and caressed Daphne's cheek.
“With that dagger, I will stab you in the heart.”
Daphne looked at the dagger, shining coolly with silver. The dagger was emitting a cool light. Daphne picked it up with trembling hands.
And very slowly, she lifted the dagger with both hands. In the suffocating silence, Daphne approached Asherad. Was she trying to beg?
Asherad smiled at what Daphne was doing. Daphne shivered. Then she picked up the dagger and stabbed Asherad without hesitation.
“I almost got rained on.”
Daphne flinched at those words. Asherad chuckled at the sound coming out of his own mouth and turned his head back to Daphne.
“Before that, Daphne.”
“...”
“Why, of all places, a coffin? The smell of a rotting corpse was so bad it made me dizzy.”
“...”
“Next time you’re going to run away, try to do it somewhere a little more fragrant.”
“...”
"Of course..."
His green eyes had darkened like a forest at night. He stared straight at Daphne with those sunken eyes, smiling seductively and speaking softly.
“If you run away again, I’ll cut off your legs this time.”
The words spoken in a humorous voice were extremely cruel. Daphne opened her eyes wide and clenched her teeth. Tears fell.
Cut off the leg? Why? Why go that far?
A face that seemed to be looking at something horrible. Asherad said, looking at that face full of disgust.
“I’m the one who should ask, Daphne.”
“...”
“Why did you run away?”
“...”
“I did a good job for you.”
“...”
“I didn’t let you sleep in that rotten room, and instead of moldy bread, I gave you soft bread. Instead of that stiff black dress, I dressed you in a pretty dress...”
“...”
“I said I would marry you, despite all the hardships.”
“...”
“I loved you so much.”
He looked like he was looking at a traitor, as if he really didn't know. Daphne's eyes began to slowly turn into anger as she looked at that innocent face. She opened her lips slightly and let out a long breath. Then, suddenly, a large hand grabbed her chin tightly.
“I asked you why.”
Asherad said in a gloomy voice. His dark eyes were fixed on Daphne. Daphne's lips turned up as she looked at the man's face, which seemed to have murderous intent. Her tearful eyes began to show a terrible blue hatred. When Asherad noticed the change and released the hand that was holding her chin, Daphne spoke calmly.
“That’s exactly what happened.”
“...”
“Because it’s you. Because it’s you.”
“...”
“Because it’s always been like this, you still don’t see me as a person, you see me as a pet!”
Her eyes were reddened. He was observing her actions without changing his expression.
“It’s not like that anymore.”
Something seemed to choke Daphne's breath at those words. As if trying to shake it off, Daphne cried out.
“Don’t lie!”
“...”
“How long are you going to toy with me, how long!”
Her voice was laced with a piercing scream. The sight of her losing her mind and exploding with rage in front of Asherad was so pitiful that it was almost sad.
“Why don’t you know, why on earth don’t you know...”
“...”
“It’s simple, I felt like I was going to die when I was next to you. Because being connected to you was horrible.”
“...”
“Because I hated you, you.”
Daphne cried. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She suppressed the hatred that was rising deep inside her.
Asherad was still looking at Daphne without saying anything.
Daphne now wanted him to say something, anything.
No, what good does it do what he says? It's already happened.
"Please..."
Daphne approached Asherad again and took hold of his large hand. His gaze turned to her hand.
“Please, please, I beg you. Let me go. Please.”
“...”
“Please, I beg you. Asherad. Please, let me go.”
Daphne, who was struggling to move her body properly, eventually got off the bed and knelt in front of Asherad.
Yeah, this was the right relationship.
This is a relationship where one reigns and the other submits, not a relationship where they look each other in the eye from the same height. Daphne does not deny this hierarchy, but speaks to her absolute being.
“Please. Let me beg you. I... I don’t want to.”
She croaked. Running away, being chased, being caught, the relationship between a cat and a mouse. Cats don’t catch mice to eat them. They chase them just for fun. But for the mouse, that playful chase was a desperate struggle to survive.
Daphne realized that this relationship was like a cat and a mouse. Just as a cat would never die from a mouse bite, Asherad knew that Daphne would never suffer any trouble.
So caught in his grasp. She forgot to turn around and acted cute. In reality, she didn't know that he was playing with her. That's how it's been.
But now she was sick of it.
So Daphne begged, desperately, on her knees before him, with all her earnest desire.
“If your life has become like this because of my mother, then cut off my legs to vent your anger. You can cut off my arms. My life was ruined just like that. Just end it once. Please.”
She didn't care if he cut off her arms and legs in anger, if he left a fatal scar on her face, if he put her eyes out. She just felt like she could live anywhere but here.
She wanted to live. Daphne desperately wanted to live.
What made her want to die was her burning desire for a 'normal life'.
Not bound by anyone, not restrained, not unfairly punished for sins that you did not commit.
Daphne cried. Her face was stained with tears. She didn't care if her crying was ugly or not. Asherad looked down at the beautiful figure praying beneath her.
I want to kill you.
He was seething with murderous intent. Should he just kill her? If he were to eat even a bit of her flesh, would this woman live on inside him forever?
This woman is asking to run away. She wants...
For me, only being by your side is heaven.
Asherad was the opposite of Daphne. He could breathe by Daphne's side. He liked that side, that embrace.
“I’ll show you how to get away from me.”
So, Asherad took something out of his bosom. It was a small stick. When he held out his hand and showed it kindly, she saw a dagger. Asherad grabbed the scabbard and threw it away.
Asherad bent down and caressed Daphne's cheek.
“With that dagger, I will stab you in the heart.”
Daphne looked at the dagger, shining coolly with silver. The dagger was emitting a cool light. Daphne picked it up with trembling hands.
And very slowly, she lifted the dagger with both hands. In the suffocating silence, Daphne approached Asherad. Was she trying to beg?
Asherad smiled at what Daphne was doing. Daphne shivered. Then she picked up the dagger and stabbed Asherad without hesitation.
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