What was her mistake?
Going to the concert or catching his eye....
This is just an imagination. There is nothing realistic in it. So don't take it serious.
Originally written by me!
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I sat in the closet, brushing my damp hair as I finished getting ready. My bath had done little to soothe my restless mind. The room, draped in luxury, felt suffocating. Every corner screamed wealth, but for me, it was nothing but a gilded cage-a prison disguised as opulence.
How many days had passed? I couldn't say. Time had become meaningless, slipping through my fingers like sand. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn't allowed to leave. Not even once.
The last time I tried...
My gaze fell to my feet. The bruises had healed, but the scars lingered, mocking me with his cruel reminder.
"These marks will remind you of your place. If you ever dare to escape again, the consequences will be far worse."
His voice still haunted me, dark and commanding, every word drenched in unrelenting authority. I could still see the twisted smirk that played on his lips as he said it.
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I clenched my fists, trying to force the memory away. Thinking about him only pulled me deeper into fear, and I didn't want to give him that power-not again.
My eyes shifted to the mirror, catching my reflection. The dress he had chosen clung to me like a second skin. It was short and far too revealing, a stark contrast to anything I would have picked for myself.
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Why did he always make me wear clothes like this? Was it to humiliate me? To assert control?
Before I could stop myself, the memory of that moment on the balcony resurfaced in my mind, gripping me in its sharp, painful clutches..... __________________________________________ Flashback
I sat on the swing in the balcony, my feet tucked under me as he applied ointment to my bruises. His hands moved with deliberate care, his touch almost tender-almost. As if my pain somehow hurt him too.
But I knew better. His gentle movements, his strikingly handsome face-none of it could hide the darkness lurking in his eyes.
I tried to stay lost in my thoughts, but the world snapped back into focus when I realized my dress had ridden up, exposing far more than it should. Embarrassment burned my cheeks as I reached down to tug it back into place, only to feel his hand close over mine, halting me.
