Chapter seven: pure demonic man, Logan Drew

Aurora's POV

I was to tires to stand up from the bed so I slept in the room ignoring his warning, He was the reason why I was stressed so why should I listen to him.

I want to defy him so that he can get angry and free me, I can't continue living with this abusive man. it's not a crime to be a woman, it just that we met ourselves in a world that consists of demons.

I have heard of lord Logan

countless times, he was feared by both the rich and the poor. He was a fucker ruthless mafia Lord who only see everybody as a pawn in his world.

According to rumor only someone could make his softening his heart, and that's his childhood friend. I wonder what kind of woman would want to be with such a man. I don't want to be entangled in his world, I wish to escape as soon as possible. Even though I know it's not easy to escape his grip I will keep on trying and I Know that I will be free one day.

I closed my teary eyes, as I tried to get some rest.

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The following morning

I woke up with a throbbing headache, the night was a torture for me as I woke up at the slightest noise. I was traumatized and I thought he was going to come back to have me.

I stood up from the bed, my hands instinctively covering my exposed body as I gazed down at my torn clothes. Memories of the previous night's events came flooding back, and a mix of emotions swirled inside me.

I felt a pang of shame and vulnerability, knowing that I had been sold to this stranger, this powerful man who seemed to hold my fate in his hands. I had no idea what lay ahead, but I knew I had to be strong.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around the luxurious room, trying to gather my bearings. A faint sense of relief washed over me as I realized he had not come back to the room all night. I didn't know what to expect from this man, and the uncertainty was unnerving.

As I stood there, trying to gather my thoughts, my eyes fell on a door that I assumed led to a bathroom. I desperately needed to clean up and try to make sense of my situation.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the door, suddenly I froze, my hand hovering over the doorknob as his words echoed in my mind: "I don't want to meet you here when I come back." A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I wasn't supposed to be in this room.

Quickly, I wrapped myself in the bedsheets, trying to cover my torn clothes, and made my way back to the first room I was taken to yesterday. I didn't know what would happen if I disobeyed him, and I didn't want to find out.

It was stressful locating the room in this enormous mansion, As a poor country girl that I am I should be thrilled and entice by his wealthiness, but no I prefer a poor life filled with love and care. It's not like I've ever experienced a better life with my family but I prefer them to this pure demonic man called Logan Drew.

As I entered the other room, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. What did he plan to do with me? And why did I have to be hidden away in this separate room?

I went to the bathroom to wash myself. The cool water on my skin was a welcome relief as I washed myself, trying to scrub away the memories of the previous night. I felt a mix of emotions: shame, fear, and uncertainty.

As I cleaned myself, I couldn't help but think about the man who had bought me. Who was he, really? And what did he want from me? I had no answers, only more questions.

After washing up, I looked around the bathroom for something to wear. I spotted a robe hanging on the back of the door and quickly put it on, wrapping it tightly around myself. It was a small comfort, but it made me feel slightly more secure.

The wardrobe which was empty yesterday was now filled with different clothes. I wonder who could have filled the wardrobe overnight.

Why should I care? I picked a long sky blue dress with long sleeves with what happened yesterday. I need to always cover myself from now on.

I slipped into the sky blue dress, feeling a sense of relief as the soft fabric enveloped my body. The long sleeves and flowing skirt made me feel more secure, more protected. After what happened yesterday, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to cover myself, to hide my vulnerability.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the person staring back at me. The events of the past 24 hours had changed me, left me feeling fragile and uncertain. I took a deep breath, smoothing out the wrinkles on the gown. It was time to face whatever lay ahead of me.

My stomach suddenly growled with hunger, so I went downstairs to find something to eat, hoping to find some leftovers available.