THE GLIMPSE OF HIM
Leaning against the cold wall, fenced in like an animal, one could only think of evading. Megara sat in the corner of the prison, her wrists still chained but this time there was no seal on her mouth.
With her hazy gaze, she absentmindedly stared at the lantern hanging in the corner of the dungeon. Her white robe was completely torn off by him from the back, and with nothing proper to cover herself, she had to grab the dirty blanket lying in the dungeon to cover herself.
Her right shoulder was throbbing in pain and so was her neck.
Why did he bite her?
Whatever it was, he looked like a wild animal chewing on his prey.
With a painful grimace, she closed her eyes and recalled his past self. His past self...what was he like? What did they have in between? All of those memories and that happiness and pure intentions between them, everything was destroyed by her.