Accept fate?
If she accepted fate, she wouldn't have chosen to marry him.
She married him to gamble on another possibility in a hopeless life.
But now, she has lost. Lost miserably, finding herself just jumping from one pit of fire to another, deeper, more cruel, more tormenting. He destroyed everything about her, from her toes to her hair.
She lay on the spacious luxurious bed, her raven-black hair scattered, in unbearable pain.
She was in such extreme pain, but instead, gradually gained a bit of clarity—all people just want to do whatever they wish to her, don't they?
She won't let them!
She insists on living well, living more freely than anyone!
Pale fingers clutched the bedspread tightly, as if a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.
