Pov Valeria.
I open my eyes slowly, feeling a sharp pain in my right rib. My lip is split, and so is my cheekbone, thanks to the beatings William gave me to subdue and abuse me without marrying me.
"I hate him."
I wish with all my might to cut his body into tiny pieces and feed it to the dogs. I get up from the floor as best as I can and use a piece of stone to mark the next day I’ve been locked up in these four walls.
"31 exact days."
I am aware and have tasted the food brought by the degenerate spawn of my still-husband, yet I feel devoid of any strength, thanks to the countless times I've vomited.
I stand up and walk into the small bathroom in the room, my legs trembling from the weakness in my body. I strip off my clothes and look at my body in the mirror in front of me; a deep d
