After satiating themselves, the two returned to the room naked. Of course, her strength was completely drained. He carried her and, once they were back in the room, he picked up a thick white towel to dry her body, then her hair, while she was manipulated like a puppet, with her delicate little face frozen in expression.
He kissed her forehead and dressed her in a white bathrobe. Then, carrying her downstairs once again, he placed her on the sofa and gently patted her small face, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
She turned her head away and closed her eyes, unwilling to engage with him.
He just smiled slightly, showing no displeasure. Instead, he got up, rolled up his sleeves, and entered the kitchen.
It was only when the kitchen started to echo with the sounds of busyness that she opened her eyes. Silent tears fell again. What was she to do?
When would such days come to an end?
