CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Dusk came, and Morrigan sat on her bed unmoving. Her eyes are bloodshot from all her pleas and cries. Still traumatized and pondering about the things that happened to her. Her hand holding the cold locket close to her chest. Sitting there with half of her bare body exposed to the cold morning air. Every part of her body was marked by what happened last night. From scratches to bruises, up to marks that are trickled all over her neck down her chest. Her wrist was red from when Mathias bound her on her bed frame. Morrigan heaved a sigh. Hauling the blankets she could grab, covering her body helplessly as dusk approaches. Knowing that any moment someone will find out what happened to her. Preparing herself to be ostracized by their slanderous mouths. Her tears streaming down her face incessantly just by the thought of the news that her innocence was taken away even before matrimony. She was disgusted by herself but a growing abhorrence towards Mathias is ev