I continued to sob as I lay in a fetal position on the other side of the bed. I attempted to hide my despair yet my body continued to shake from the feeling of his essence still inside of me.
Anger and humiliation only roused these tears as I wiped them, feverishly.
A woolen blanket was placed on top of my bare, defiled body and I grimaced.
"I don't need your pity, Lord Varick."
"Ah, so you do have some backbone left. I thought you church maids were like lambs, blind followers of a deceitful shepherd."
I didn't answer as I was overwhelmed with the tears flowing once more.
"Crying is for the weak, what do you gain from it, woman?"
"WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT I FELT LIKE THIS?!" I yelled but the effect only made my swollen cheek hurt.
"You cried over a trifle deed," he
