Remi POV
When I opened my eyes again, I realized it was already late evening. The sun had completely set, and the moon now hung outside the small window, casting a faint glow into the room.
Just then, my stomach growled, and I remembered I hadn't eaten since yesterday. Was I going to sleep hungry again? I turned slightly, clutching my stomach.
I was still naked under the covers. I moved to get up out of habit, wanting to get something comfortable to wear, but stopped when I remembered—this wasn't my home. There were no clothes left for me. Not even underwear.
I sighed, sinking back into the bed, trying to figure out how to force myself to sleep when the door creaked open.
My heart started racing.
Were they calling for me again?
I hesitated before opening my eyes, expecting to see one of the maids. But instead, standing at the door was her—the monster's wife, Selene. Or should I say Luna Selene.
What the hell was she doing here?
She stepped in with a tray in her hands. The door shut softly behind her as she moved closer and placed it on the small table beside my bed.
"Good, you're awake," she said, and I instantly regretted opening my eyes. "I heard from the maids you haven't had anything to eat all day. So, I brought you something."
At the mention of food, my stomach growled even louder, and she let out a soft chuckle.
Reluctantly, I tried to sit up, but the pain in my side made me groan. She moved quickly, helping me up herself. As she did, the blanket slipped down, baring my chest.
If this had been a week ago, I would've scrambled to cover myself.
But now?
They had seen all of me already. Touched every inch of my body without consent.
What difference would covering up now make?
Selene didn't seem fazed either. Perhaps that's what I thought—her gaze lingered for a second, maybe even a little longer, before she turned away toward the tray and began to uncover the dishes.
"Here," she said, handing me the bowl of soup and a small piece of bread.
"T…Thank you," I stuttered, my fingers trembling slightly as I held the warm bowl and bread.
I took a bite of the bread, inhaling and exhaling deeply before chewing. Then another. And another.
Soon I was eating in rushed, messy bites—shoving it down like I hadn't tasted real food in forever. Because I hadn't.
"Try to eat slowly," Selene said calmly. "You'll make yourself sick."
I coughed a little after gulping too much soup, then pulled the bowl away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowing hard.
"I'm sorry for not visiting sooner," she added casually, like it hadn't just been two days ago she came down to the cell. "Pack duties kept me busy. But I hope you're comfortable here. If not, I could arrange a better room."
I quickly shook my head, my voice coming out low and stiff. "I like it here."
That was a lie. A full-blown, disgusting lie.
I hated it here. I hated the smell, the walls, the bed. I hated the way the shadows crawled on the ceiling at night. But I wasn't about to tell her that.
I knew how people like her worked. The more "nice" they acted, the more they expected in return. And in my case?
The more they thought they had access to my body.
So I forced a smile and went back to eating like a good little prisoner.
When I was done, I reached for the glass of water on the tray, but she beat me to it.
"Let me help you," she said, pouring water from the jug into the glass.
But instead of handing it to me, she brought it to her own lips—took a gulp, then leaned in. And without warning, she cupped my face and slammed her mouth into mine, transferring the water from her mouth into mine.
I froze.
Caught completely off guard, I tried to pull back, but her grip only tightened. She forced her tongue against mine just to make sure I swallowed every last drop.
Her kiss became more aggressive, like she hadn't tasted anything in days.
I couldn't breathe.
By the time she pulled away, I was gasping for air, my lips wet and trembling. "There, now you tasted me too," she whispered.
Pulling further back, she casually removed the empty bowl from the bed and placed it back on the tray with the glass.
"I've been thinking about you all day," she said, seating herself on the edge of the bed and trailing her hand possessively down my thigh. "It's so exhausting being Luna… there's barely any time to satisfy my own needs."
As she spoke, her thumb brushed against my bottom lip before sliding under my chin. She tilted my head up, leaning in like she was about to kiss me again.
"I'm hurt," I whispered, trying to use the truth as a shield.
Because I was. My body was still sore, and I thought maybe that would stop her. At least until tomorrow.
But instead, she smiled—almost lovingly—as her fingers gently stroked my hair. "Don't worry… I'll be gentle."
With that, she kissed me again. Slower this time, like she was being careful. And as much as I hated it, I couldn't deny it.
Her lips were soft. They tasted sweet, like cherries and something dark. Wine maybe.
I didn't know why my body was reacting, but my pulse jumped when her teeth grazed my lower lip and her fingers tightened in my hair.
She pulled back just enough to murmur against my mouth. "See? Gentle."
Then her hand slid down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower until she cupped my breast, brushing it softly before pinching it.
I gasped—more from shock—as she pinched it even harder. Then she leaned forward, taking the other into her mouth and sucking on it.
My grip tightened around the sheet. I held my breath, hoping she'd finish quickly.
When she finally pulled back, I thought that was it. But then my eyes widened as she started taking off her top… and then her bra, tossing them aside like it was nothing. I was left staring at her exposed chest, her nipples already standing firm.
I wasn't gay. I wasn't bi either. I was sure—completely sure—I was straight. But now, there was a woman grinding her hips against mine, letting out a soft moan like she actually enjoyed this.
I knew fighting her off wouldn't do anything. So it was easier to just let whatever she was doing happen. And since it was just between two women, I figured at least it wouldn't be painful—no penetration, right?
But to my horror, she suddenly slid a finger between my folds without warning.
It was so sudden.
My breath hitched.