He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his wife lying behind him. He was pensive for a moment and he stared at his hands, feeling disgusted that he was actually using them to abuse Nara. He then picked up his clothes on the floor and put them on again. He saw Nara was hiding her face under the blanket as he came closer to her. He suddenly felt like he was a criminal. 'How are you different than those bastards who tortured her at the warehouse?' His mind mocked him.
Reximus turned around and went to the bathroom instead. He stood in front of the washbasin and looked at his reflection on the mirror in front of him. He washed his face and took a deep breath. 'How am I supposed to face her now?' He wondered in regret. He had lost his mind. He preyed upon his own wife. 'Nara must be scared
