His Little Rose
se
eap to my feet, think
verslep
eality c
ing the pain between my legs. I
night flood back, and my
experience had only been a bad dream that I cou
al. My life has been tur
et out of bed, noticing the bloodstains on the sheets–
ught of his name and what he's do
im passi
nd I clutch my chest, feeli
crumple to the ground,
happen to me? What di
ling lips as I cry, and clutching my c
king there's no use mourning t
legs feeling like lead as I
luxuriously built and
his place exudes is beyond my wildest imagination. I've
off the thought, focusing on more pressing issues t
all over. It's as if my private parts have been ripped apart. The pain had b
h, and then a gasp escapes m
back. I exhale in relief, my shoulders s
d kind. She appears to be a few years older than I am, with
m build, and average height, with shou
rations. Breakfast will be ready in half an hour
my lips. "There's nothing much I need help wit
please, M
guing with her. She's hell-b
she deftly prepares a war
e this as I sink my body into th
. "What is your name?" I ask her, breaking the silence that stretc
to and bathed by a maid, but I may as
asher to the side of my hair, and I tilt m
e," I te
Black." She
my nose, not bother
by the time I step into the bedroom, an
ouldn't have. Heat spreads up my face at the thought of more people knowing abo
at my situation. In fact, I'm embarrassed about m
the suite, opening up to a hallwa
o one with double closed doors. I wo
ith all sorts of luxury items and outfits, from
d event dresses. The place looks like a five-star high-end
ressing room," I
e can see and fully stocked. It is built in a zigzag with each section showcasing different o
lona browses through the dresses, hol
se gown with intricate designs before my body. "I think this suits you." Then
provisions to last a lifetime as replacement, don't you think?
ith a small, sparkling diamond, dainty drop earrings in a soft, rose gold tone with a small turquoise s
ng widely as she runs her eyes over my
ay it's an incredible transformation. An as
r looks," Ilona comments. "It's time to leave,
silently praying for the streng
an who will break me, and still
't all
shoulders and walk out of the r
l my hands into fists at my