Prince Cinderella

g from between my legs to the Rocky floor. They tied me up with h

this position for only God knows when. It's so da

neck cracked as I turned my head. My whole body was weak

ing I heard was the echo of my voice. I looked up and around. It was an underground bui

my mind and I realized that they have sold me to someon

... Oh,

ever meeting him. First, he raped me. Second, he got me pregnant. Now, my precious son is sto

d open and someone walked in, humming an Italian song. I did not know what it meant. I could see h

hing works. I gasped into reality and lifted my eyes to the huge man standing before me. He had thick, back beards and brows. His medium-tanned face held an old

doll, I see

ugh escaped my throat when I tried to. J

aza

etween his long, dark fingers. He sucked in the smoke as if it was water and he was t

ath, making me cough again.

how long have I been here?" the wo

operly, the room like a cage was already suffocating. As he smiled at me, I stared at him emotionlessly, hoping help would come. Or so

h but, am I not too young to die? I'm ju

he reality of death. As if his touch tore my s

." I swallowed on the te

e smoked on his cigarette, pouring out the smoke on me like a blessi

y eye. My heart raced to the blazing feeling bu

r destiny lies in his hands, if you'd be killed or sav

ked away the tears while

baritone voice sneered while he

holding me in captivity... Please, I have

ith held breaths, unable to think. His hot, stinky breath against my neck made me feel like passing out the next minute, but I held still. For my

pray you won't be dead by tomorrow. Wel

oom with a spiteful grin on his face. As he did, I

t die now! Not today...' As I cried the words in my head while he stepped away, he

and the memories of my past still hunts me. I tucked my rough black hair at the corners of my ears

ould someday come out if this!' I po

head once again. Sometimes, I thi

ed to the wall clock. It was 11:56 a.m. I quickly pulled out of bed and stretched out my legs. To walk to the kitchen instead of call

it so silent? Is it because Xavier traveled? That's why I feel s

ows furrowed and I couldn't help but to feel suspicious about the moment

lashed. The kitchen door was closed, but the sound was so disturbing that I just couldn't hold b

ble. I froze and stared with wide e

hen. She firmly wrapped her legs against the small of his back

mbfounded. Speechless of what today and puzzled about what to do... My legs s

elly!" I