We're Married, After All - Chapter 73
As soon as we returned to the estate, Danel carried me inside. Covered in blood and dirt, he stepped into the bath with me still in his arms, pressing his manhood between my thighs. The thick veins along his s***t rubbed harshly against my c******s.
I neither enjoyed nor resisted the moment. It felt as though I’d lost the will to care entirely.
He poured water over us again and again until the bathwater turned clear—only for blood to spread through it once more. Judging by how the bleeding hadn’t stopped, he must have had a severe wound somewhere. But Danel paid no attention to his injuries, focusing instead on engraving pleasure into my body with relentless intensity.
His own pleasure seemed entirely irrelevant to him.
Only then did the reality of my situation hit me—this man, who claimed to love me without even the faintest hope of being loved in return. A relationship where the idea of mutual affection had never even been considered, and yet we were bound together as husband and wife… along with all that Danel had done to make that happen.
It all felt endlessly, overwhelmingly distant.
What was I even thinking… coming this far?
When my shoulders tensed up, Danel grew rougher, thrusting harder between my thighs. His length, slick with my arousal, slid between the soft, sensitive folds with obscene wet sounds.
While my mind was tangled in complex emotions, my body steadily climbed toward release. My inner walls, still empty, clenched and spasmed involuntarily.
The pleasure that surged after such extreme tension was deeper and more intense than usual. My exhausted body couldn’t endure the sensation.
My consciousness faded in an instant. Enclosed in Danel’s arms, I passed out completely.
When I woke up, the scene before me was exactly as I had expected.
First, there was a lock on my bedroom door. The chain connecting to my shackles had also been shortened, restricting my movement to no more than four steps from the bed.
But that was only the beginning. Even the smallest semblance of freedom was now denied. I had to wear shackles even when sleeping beside Danel. Whenever I was allowed outside, I was accompanied by at least three maids. Walks were no longer permitted.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as unbearable as I’d imagined—mostly because I could hardly stay awake for long stretches of time.
Since that day, Danel had become obsessively focused on driving me to the peak of pleasure. He would force me into climax after climax until I passed out, only to start again the moment I awoke. The cycle repeated so often that even feeling his body heat made my skin crawl.
After countless releases, my fluids gushing like a fountain, I realized that what I had seen of Danel before wasn’t the bottom of his depravity—it went much deeper.
He hadn’t always been like this. In the past, he would stop the moment I reached my limit, releasing me immediately. I had never asked him to do so; he simply knew my body’s rhythms better than I did.
But something had changed during these past weeks of confinement. There had been another layer of restraint he’d only now stripped away.
I woke up that morning—not because of a clock or sunlight, but because of movement in the room.
Two maids were inside. One was wiping down the long-unused tea table, while the other picked up a fallen bedsheet from the floor. Since they only cleaned the bedroom when Danel was away on business, it must have been morning.
I blinked slowly. It felt like I’d been asleep for several days in a row. My stomach wasn’t empty, but my throat felt dry and parched.
Just then, the maid carrying the laundry approached the bed. I recognized her—it was the same maid who had once hidden my laundry at my request. I had chosen her back then because she mostly handled the estate’s washing, and it seemed she was still doing similar work.
Without much thought, I spoke first.
“Bring me a glass of water.”
“Eek!”
Startled, the maid dropped the laundry basket she was holding. The noise drew the other maid’s attention.
Realizing she’d acted improperly, the first maid bowed her head in shame. Instead of scolding her, I repeated my request.
“Fetch me some drinking water. No tea leaves or herbs.”
“… …”
The maid didn’t respond.
Looking at her pale, terrified face, I understood why.
She thinks it’s her fault things turned out this way.
Before I could tell her it was fine, the other maid spoke up first, likely ready to chastise her for the perceived rudeness.
The other maid seemed eager to step in.
“I’ll fetch the water, Madam.”
“Alright.”
With my permission, she set down her cleaning tools and left the room. I watched her disappear through the door. In the end, only the two of us remained in the bedroom.
I pondered in silence, eventually coming to the same conclusion as before. There was no reason not to show some kindness—especially since this maid had played a significant role in my last escape attempt. It wasn’t her fault I’d failed.
I decided to settle the matter.
“It’s not your fault. I was the one who was careless.”
“…”
“That plan was only ever going to buy me some time. There was no way I could hide the pregnancy forever. And…”
I bit my lip lightly. This was the first time I’d ever spoken these words aloud.
“At least one person knows I’m not completely insane… So, in a way, it was a beneficial deal for me.”
The maid’s hands trembled violently. I thought I’d spoken kindly—why was she so shaken?
But her next words snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Th-the shutters… I closed them… while you slept, Madam.”
Though her words made no sense to me, I nodded slightly out of courtesy.
