22. Erotic Fantasy

Have dinner alone with him uniquely and strangely. I say that because we were sitting facing each other at a very far distance. Food is served on plates in small portions. Fruit salad as an appetizer may only be served 1 tablespoon. After the servants finished their tasks, he started to talk.

"I like challenging things, are you ready to do it," he said suddenly. I frowned, trying to think about what he was discussing, planning, or even like a test of agility.

"Ready for what?" I asked doubtfully.

"Dare to accept your husband's death," he said.

"W--what?" I stuttered, dropping two of my cutlery to the floor, making his jaw harden and his eyes glare at me. Hearing the clinking of spoons and forks, the waiter came hurriedly and replaced them with new ones.

Meanwhile, he was busy with his food without looking at me. "I will return you to him but he has to fight to get you, how about that?" he continued after things calmed down again.

My head suddenly became dizzy thinking about that