At the beginning, she would be extremely neurotic and would lose sleep every night with her body stiffened.
Even after ensuring that he had already slept, she would still not dare to go sleep.
It was as though she was a piece of meat on a chopping board ready to be slaughtered at any moment.
If the knife came down quickly, at least the ending would be swift. Yet, the most tormentous feeling was never knowing when the knife was ever going to fall; the days of waiting for death.
Time passed day after day and that was the status quo for an entire month. Soon, her fear began to leave her and at the same time, she could feel that Ah Zhi did not seem to want to do anything to her.
Yet, that had her feeling even more scared – she was afraid that he might cast her out into the den of men out there waiting for her should he be displeased any day.
She knew clearly well the sort of temptation that her body and face would often bring for men.
