Maybe I should be thankful that he didn’t even bother removing my clothing completely, but it only makes me feel more worthless. I wasn’t a woman to comfort him, or to give him joy. I was a thing for him to use to get some release. I was a thing over which he could exercise his power and control. And he did.
This book stuck to the gritty truth of being a concubine girl and didn't try to coat it with unrealistic romance. Well done.
