𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝟏𝟐 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

A T H E N A

A touch has a memory.

A memory that leaves a burning mark on you for a certain amount of time or sometimes- for eternity. It depends on so many factors and things but mostly it depends on who's touching you.

And right at this moment, I can't stand being touched more than ever.

Maybe it has everything to do with the way this Linda girl is tightening the corset of the red dress with a force that makes me gasping for air, making my breasts bulge too much for my liking. That's not me.

It's more than noticeable that she doesn't like me, I can feel it in the way she's trying to suffocate me with that dress. I just don't understand why?

''I'm not feeling very well'' I spoke, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was focused on what she was doing, but her face was stone cold l. "I would like to stay in my room" My room. More like my prison.

''That's not an option'' She cut her words with a sharp tone, tightening the corset one last time, I let out a groan of pain. It was so tight. I was barely breathing. ''A little advice from me, princess.'' she bent down to my face level, fixing me with a look through the mirror. "Do as you're told if you want to survive here"

She spewed malice and hatred as she spoke. I can see how much she despises me, it was written all over her face. Why? She doesn't even know me.

"You are ready" She stood up, running her fingers through my straight hair falling on my back
"Nic is waiting for you"

I stood up to my full height and almost threw up at the sight of myself in the mirror. The girl in the reflection looks nothing like me. The red dress is too short and too revealing leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My lips are painted with red lipstick, the make-up is too heavy and dark for my pale skin. My cleavage was sticking out too much because of the tightness of the corset. The red high heels only completed the terrible look. I look...cheap.

My father would most likely have a heart attack if he saw me dressed like this. I'm disgusted by what I see in the mirror. The dress was chosen by Nic, this Linda girl told me after throwing it on the bed, entering my room 2 hours ago without my permission.

It's more than obvious that this man wants to humiliate me in every way possible and I had no other choice but to take it all.

I followed Linda down the large corridors of this residence, my heels echoing on the floor. There were guards positioned every 20 steps, looking at me in the most disgusting way as if I were a piece of meat. I can only imagine the dirty thoughts going through their empty heads. One of them even winked at me. Gross!

When we stopped in front of a large wooden door, I was already on the verge of exploding - from anger,  rage, humiliation.

Linda nodded with her head to the door, opening it and I had no choice but to enter, then she slammed the door behind her.

The dining room was as gloomy and lonely as everything in this big house. Almost no colors, furniture, life.

What caught my attention was the big table in the middle of the room with at least 7 seats on each side, and as I expected, Nic took the main seat across from me.

He stayed true to his style, dressed in a black three-piece suit. His jet black hair was messy, he didn't bother enough to fix it but somehow still looked soft, suiting his harsh face. An expensive silver watch was shining on his wrist and I saw it only because his head was leaning on his hand, his body relaxed on his throne in front of the piled-up table full of too much food for two people.