After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Day and night alternate, and another day has come.

Psyche rubbed his dizzy head, and gradually regained consciousness under the glare of the sunlight outside the window, and found that the people around him had disappeared again.

Really see the light to die...

She lay decadent on the bed, her eyelids closed heavily.Although I woke up, I didn't want to wake up.

She is just a human being, and she can barely compete with other humans, but how can she fight a god-like and monster-like species?

It was already the third day, why didn't Aldous come to her?

When she was in danger before, Aldous rushed to the forefront, protecting her from harming even a single strand of hair.

Even in the most difficult days after the death of her parents, Aldous was like a brave goshawk in the sky, protecting her from all storms with his arms.

But now... only she is left.

Just yesterday, she swore to Styx.

She felt scared after thinking about it.I hope the gods can understand that it is against her will, it is not her original wish at all, and it cannot be counted.

Psyche stared blankly at the dome for a while with leaden eyes, finally bit his lip and swallowed back the tears in his eyes.

She was not willing to stand still.

She can't just stay in this palace without knowing why, let alone let the murderer who killed her parents and her go free and enjoy the throne.

She had to force herself to pull herself together.

Perhaps it was because of the little incident last night, Psyche had a heavy psychological effect, and always felt weird around him.

...It felt like she was in a huge bonsai.

That kind of staring was not peeping, nor was it the slight glance of street stalker Meng Lang, but something beyond her consciousness, looking down on her like looking down on all living beings.

Thus, even in the daytime, Psyche felt terrified.

Although she knew that she was the only one in the palace, but the more she was alone, the more weird she felt.

Perhaps the dome is too high.

She patted her heart, comforting herself like this.

When people are in tall buildings, it is easy to have bad feelings.

But it didn't help.The feeling of being watched is like a shadow, sticking to her wherever she goes.

Psyche was convinced that the palace possessed some supernatural power.

Isn't it rumored that monsters have a hundred eyes?Maybe he put one eye in this palace, staring at her all the time...

The more Psyche thought about it, the more confused he became, feeling like he was going crazy.

She forced herself not to think about what was there or not, and calmed down to do something that she could touch.

As usual, ample food and drinks were prepared for her in the restaurant, and Psyche took two simple bites to maintain his strength.

She wanted to tear the sheets to make a rope and climb down from the bedroom window.

Although the palace wall is surrounded by sharp thorns, as long as she is careful, there should be a possibility of landing.

Even if she was pricked twice by thorns, she could bear the pain as long as it didn't hit a vital point.

After hitting the ground, she ran into the vast and dense forest.

The monster would only come at night, and it was just dawn, which meant she had a whole day to escape.

After weighing the pros and cons, Psyche decided to take a risk.

However, the fabric of the bed sheet was much tougher than she imagined.The cloth is not a common linen cloth, it looks like it is woven from delicate spider silk, it covers the body lightly and warmly, but it is extremely difficult to tear them apart.

Psyche had to look for other alternatives.

There are cold and luxurious stones everywhere in the palace, except for her quilt, there is almost no fabric to be found.

In desperation, Psyche thought of the dress.

If she had many dresses, twisted into knots, it seemed to work.

But now she only has one dress, which she wears on her body.

So when the man came again in the evening, Psyche politely asked for a few more clothes.

This night the palace was brightly lit as promised, and the diamonds and cedars on the walls shone brightly, making the moonlight outside the window dim.

He landed behind her, caressed her shoulders casually, and listened to her request quietly.

"Why is there such a request all of a sudden?"

Psyche responded with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "...I am a princess. When I was in the palace, I was used to changing several sets of clothes every day. Now I feel uncomfortable wearing the same one every day."

He smiled slightly, "Okay, from now on, every morning when you wake up, you will have a brand new set."

A gust of cool wind blew by, and Psyche was surprised to find that the clothes on his body had been changed—it was a windy dress embellished with shiny gemstones, the skirt was knee-length, and there was a light veil-like cape The cloth is slung over the shoulder.

His gentle voice is like a cloud covering the moon, "So, are you happy?"

Psyche hurriedly explained, "It's not..."

He interrupted, "Don't you like it?"

Before she finished speaking, she was put on another floor-length dress of pearly color inlaid with anemones, which was more pure and holy than before.

Psyche rubbed his forehead in frustration.

She didn't want to change clothes.

She doesn't want to change into such a gorgeous dress every day, she wants to get many, many clothes at once.

She can only wear one piece a day, which runs counter to her goal.

Psyche opened his mouth and begged, "I mean, can you give me a wardrobe? Let me put all my clothes in it, and..."

She pursed her dry lips, "It's a little bit of a sense of security, isn't it?"

Hearing this, he only let out a low voice.

Psyche's heart was pounding, and he knew that he was bargaining, and whether he should or shouldn't be at the other party's thought.

Moreover, she had to pretend to be calm and calm, and if she said a word more, it was very likely that he would spot it.

The man climbed up her snow-white neck, and every touch was as gentle as rose petals, containing lingering love.

He shaved her delicate face, which made goosebumps all over her body, "Honey, why do I feel that your purpose is impure?"

Psyche felt bad, a pair of deep black holes were staring at her back, piercing her soul, and cold sweat couldn't help but drip down.

She was not very good at lying, and her tongue was even more dull at this moment, unable to lift it up heavily.

He sighed vaguely, "It's dangerous down there. There are still thorns under the thorns, surrounded by circles of lake water. You want to do risky things rashly, which makes me worry about you for no reason."

There was a hint of sadness in his tone, as if he was patiently reasoning with a naughty child.

"It's only been one night, have you forgotten the oath you made to Styx?"

Psyche snorted suddenly.

It's fine if you don't mention the swearing, but if you mention it, she will get angry.

She was clearly bewitched by him last night, okay?Otherwise, how could she have said such a damn oath?

It's too late to regret it now.

Psyche barely bent his lips, "Why, you misunderstood me. I really like collecting clothes."

The man also smiled with her.

He believed it.

Weird.

He hooked his palms, deliberately making her lose her focus, "Can't you keep making small moves? Can't we get along in harmony?"

Psyche secretly slandered.

I am a human, you are a monster, how can we live in harmony?

"Yes." She said against her will.

He held her cheek gently, "Really?"

Psyche pursed his lips, "Of course it's true."

This is a guy who is more difficult to deal with than her uncle.

When dealing with Uncle Chloe, Psyche can still play tricks with him, using the people around him to grab his weak spot.

But the people in front of him are not human at all, so naturally they don't have human's seven emotions and six desires, and they don't have human's weaknesses and dead spots.

She always felt a deep sense of powerlessness in front of him, as if shrouded in his halo, she could only bow her head and surrender.

What can she do to find a way out...?