Chapter 9: Barely a husband.

His wife? Anya’s heart could not help but drum. There was a time when she prayed to hear such words from Daniel. To think he would say it at such a time. “Still!” she insisted, “You can’t stay. What are you going to do, stay here all night while I sleep?” she asked. “Yes,” he answered and her mouth fell open. “Please,” she suddenly heard herself beg, “If you are not going to harm me like you had said, then there is no need for you to keep punishing me, is there?” she asked. “You think I am punishing you?” he asked. Yes, she really thought so. Anya felt that every moment he did not let her go free, was his revenge for how they got married. Was she not humiliated enough? Now she had to be afraid for her life? “If not, then why are you doing this?” Anya asked. He admitted that he enjoyed teasing her. It had started as merely a measure to force her home with him, but it had become quite additive when interacting with her. Daniel was not going to admit it out loud. “I just find it od