52: I Still Hate It

Cora’s POV

Two days had gone by and I still hated it, all of it.

I could barely get away from the memories, I’d tried to shake it off by replacing it with hatred and anger but that was a futile attempt. On some rare occasions I had a blank mind while handling chores but every single time someone stared at me strangely when they passed by, all I could think of was that they were doing so because of how Kai punished me on the night of the ball.

The roots of my hair were aching because of how much I’d pulled it out in frustration, I wanted a blank slate, one where I wasn’t battling the memories of the night with Kai that my body ached for. I couldn't wrap head around why the thought of it made a part of me develop a craving for more, why would I want more of him? Of a monster? Of a person that handled me in ways that were foreign to me?

Angry with my body’s unusual reaction to Kai, I stormed into the bathroom for my usual attempt to scrub away the memories.

I submerged my body in soapy