Tamed By The Devil

ign against her skin, too smooth, too luxurious, a stark contrast to the simple cotton ones she had back home. She barely slept,

ce of control. She couldn't afford to be weak, not her

y oak door swung open, revealing Maria. The older woman carried a tr

cing the tray on the table by the

esh bread, eggs, and steaming coffee made her stoma

a seat but did not touch t

"Why wouldn't I be? I was taken from my h

t's good. But you need to be more

her eyes. "Wh

oice, "Because I've seen what happens to th

a straightened. "He expects you downst

h that,

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pe to obsess over fashion, but she knew wearing the wrong thing could make her stand out in ways she didn't want to. She opted f

nd hallway was eerily quiet, the walls lined with expensive

ping coffee like a king on his throne. His presence was as commanding as ever, dressed

yzing her choice of clothing. A smirk

ed, gesturing to t

fore obeying. She wouldn't give him

, watching her with unsettling

ied, lifting a glass

chuc

eting his gaze head-on. "Wh

n unreadable. "I already told you. Your fat

est? Why not just lock me in some

ng. "It is not in your place to dicta

clenched. S

but there was no warmth in it. "You

into fists under the t

ngerous. "Everyone breaks, Rory. The

e. She refused to be intimidated, ev

st. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We have plenty o

?" she

nd, you don't speak to anyone unless I say you can. And third..." He

lowed. "An

as laced with something darker. "Then I'

ran down

e was smooth, almost gentle, but she was

all while knowing that she had just stepped into

the devil holdi