I despised myself for being so weak and foolish, failing to see that I had targeted the wrong person and ended up killing the one who had been truly loyal to me—Maria.
Maria was so tortured by me-- I didn't just force her into bed that night.
I scratched Maria's arm, deep in hatred. After the pleasure, I took out my dagger and drew a knife on her arm, one after another while counting.
"One. This is the pain when my mother hung herself.
"Two. The pain of my father being shot by arrows.
"Three. The pain of my brother being stabbed to death by my father.
"Four..."
Maria had already been tortured into unconsciousness by me. When she awoke, she was greeted by the sight of me shouting for help.
"Maria has lost her mind. She's killed her family and now she's trying to kill me."
The night watchmen reported to the government officials, and when Judge Evans arrived, his gaze made me feel as though I was nailed to a pillar of shame.
Maria's broken body, clad only in a torn undergarment, was exposed to the officials. I forced her into bridal attire and threw her onto the government officials' carriage.