*Lupo*
As I lean against the wall in the hallway, the thought of burning in hell consumes my mind. Images of Odette lying in my bed accompany this thought, creating a tumultuous storm in my head.
How could I, a foolish man, be captivated by the sight of her wearing my shirt, as if we shared an intimacy that led to her being exposed before covering herself with my clothing? Despite my efforts to ignore the bare skin of the she-wolf I undressed last night, I, being a man, cannot escape the tormenting images of her flesh against the fabric of my shirt.
She appeared innocent, peacefully nestled in slumber. Despite my preparations, I chose to abandon my wicked plan, granting her a day to experience life as a servant. However, her command for me to fetch her breakfast irritated me and trigge
