Vulgar Marriage - Chapter 11

Chapter 6.1

Livi held on as best as she could, enduring the endless onslaught that had begun once again.

By the time night gave way to dawn, the once pristine bed was a complete mess, evidence of their sexual entanglement. Red marks covered Livi’s entire body from Dominic’s rough handling, leaving no part of her untouched.

But not once did she make a sound. She never begged him to stop, never pleaded for a break, even as she passed out from exhaustion. Each time she awoke, she would glare at Dominic with defiance.

The sun rose, casting light over the windowsill. With the sunlight behind him, Dominic roughly yanked her hair, pulling so tightly it felt as if the strands would tear from her scalp.

He growled, “Livadonia. Why won’t you beg?”

“…”

“Why won’t you cry? Hmm?”

Dominic frowned, looking genuinely confused. He stared at her as if he couldn’t fathom it—most women in her position, even those from the toughest villages, would be screaming and pleading by now. But Livi hadn’t shed a single tear.

Livi slowly parted her lips.

“…If you’re done… get off.”

She shoved Dominic aside and pulled his still-hard p*nis out of her body herself. Standing up, she limped as she gathered her clothes from the floor. Each time she bent down and straightened back up, the sunlight brushed against her eyelids.

Swallowing hard, Livi repeated to herself,

‘This is nothing. It’s nothing at all.’

As long as there was a way to avenge her family and restore their honor, she could endure anything.

‘This is nothing.’

Even as the milky fluid ran down her thighs, Livi didn’t feel humiliated.

Dominic glared as he watched her leave the bed. Slowly, he stood, the rustling sheets and mattress followed by the sound of his feet on the floor.

Livi sensed him approaching, but she didn’t turn around. Annoyed by her obvious indifference, Dominic clicked his tongue.

“Fine. We still have plenty of time, wife.”

“…”

“This is just the beginning.”

With heavy footsteps, he left, slamming the door behind him.

Livi swayed on her feet before collapsing to the floor. Her body shook so violently it felt like a miracle she had managed to stand for so long. She crawled to the wall, using it for support as she climbed back onto the bed. The sheets reeked with a stench that couldn’t be erased.

It’s okay, it’s okay. This is nothing, really nothing at all…

She muttered to herself with a blank expression before falling into what seemed like unconsciousness. But it was only a light, shallow slumber that left her eyes dry.

She woke up less than an hour later, her eyes scanning the messy room. She couldn’t bear to stay in this filthy bed any longer, no matter how exhausted she was.

The moment her feet touched the floor, she collapsed. All the pain she hadn’t felt while lying down rushed in at once.

“Ugh…”

Livi steadied herself by holding onto the bed and managed to stagger over to the vanity.

The face staring back at her in the mirror looked worse than death. She didn’t even want to look at the red marks covering her body, visible beneath her chemise.

She quickly combed her hair with her fingers, then slowly unwrapped the bandages around her neck.

The fire had eaten through her flesh, exposing the bone, but it was slowly healing thanks to the healer’s magic. However, if left untreated, it would take months to fully recover.

Eternal.

She whispered the incantation, activating the healing magic circle on her left palm. A faint light flickered, and the redness of the wound diminished slightly. Though the effect wasn’t instant, she estimated that with consistent treatment, she’d be able to move freely in about two weeks.

No one would help her anymore. Livi knew she had to become stronger.

Her enemy was the Duke of Celsion, the very power behind Sevarium. Facing a man who made even the strongest men tremble, even the smallest injury could be fatal.

Livi summoned the inn’s maid and ordered her to heat some water. The maid bowed repeatedly before returning with several others, all carrying warm water. While they prepared the bath, Livi sat silently at the vanity.

“Um, miss…”

Livi turned, and one of the maids, bowing deeply, mumbled,

“Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“A doctor?”

Only then did she notice the maids glancing at her. Their eyes darted between the disheveled bed and the bruises covering Livi’s body. She sat there blankly for a moment, before forcing herself to speak calmly.

“No need. You’ve done enough. You may leave.”

“But—”

“Leave.”

The maids hesitated, nervously glancing at Livi, but quickly poured the hot water into the tub and left. Their hurried footsteps slowly faded away. Livi braced herself against the vanity for support and collapsed again before finally managing to take a few steps.

The water in the tub wasn’t warm enough. The inexperienced maids had likely added too much cold water. As soon as she dipped her feet in, goosebumps rose on her skin.

‘It’s cold.’

Livi tried to remember the last time she had felt this cold. It must have been when she was a child, building a snowman in the back garden.

How old had she been? The memory felt distant. Livi leaned back against the tub, slowly piecing it together.