Her again

They locked eyes, the weight of Allison's words hanging heavy in the air. Her sobs echoed through the room, and Romario's expression twisted into a cruel grin. "I can't," he muttered, his voice laced with malice, as he helped her up. "You'll always be a slave, Allison. Even if you take your own life, you'll just be another slave who died. Your branding is permanent, and so is your status." He emphasized the harsh reality, his words piercing her soul like a dagger.

Allison shuddered in despair as Romario carried her to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. He gently placed her inside, and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Romario washed her with a surprising gentleness, and Allison didn't cry or protest, numbness consuming her. He quickly dressed her in his oversized T-shirt and pants, which swallowed her tiny frame, making her look like a lost kitten. Romario chuckled, a rare softness creeping into his eyes.

As he laid her on the bed, his voice took on a surprisingl