Tears of humiliation and rage appeared in Isabella´s eyes as she hung there, and they were accompanied by a growing feeling of nausea at the thought of the upcoming hunt. This man was clearly out of his mind, and to make things worse, apparently nobody was brave enough to fight him. At least within the walls of his castle, he wielded absolute power over all of its inhabitants, free or not.

Yes she was bored. Her more-than-twice-her-age husband preferred to spend his time with any young stable-boy who happened to cross his path, and that was an open secret as well as the reason for her not having any children. He was kind enough with her in other ways, but the last years spent at his side made her feel more like a puppet going through her everyday duties and chores, and much time had passed since she had last felt adored and wanted as a woman.

But that did not give this lunatic the right to catch her and act out his fantasies on her, never even bothering to ask if she liked what was happening to her, or if she liked him, for that matter.

Trying to regain some semblance of dignity (which was difficult, regarding the state of her clothing and position), Isabella took a very deep breath and hoped she would find a way to escape once this madman set her free in the woods. She even felt glad at the prospect, because the idea of being left to rot all alone in this dungeon scared the hell out of her.