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Thirty One

Author: Itohan
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-23 22:06:55

The night was growing late, and I noticed that all the ladies were making their way out of the room. I sat on the floor, my eyes heavy with tears, my body feeling weak, and my stomach growled, craving something to eat. I hadn't eaten well, and I hadn't had any water either. I had at least expected Lucian to walk in and pull me out of this hellhole, but he didn’t show up; there was no sign that he had been there at all.

Princess rose from her bed and stretched her arms wide. She rubbed her eyes and slipped into a tank top and shorts. She started to walk away with the girls but stopped suddenly, noticing that I was watching her intently.

"Come on, it's time for dinner!" She leaned in and walked toward me. I stood up, and my joints let out a satisfying pop. My back and butt ached from sitting in one spot for too long.

“I can’t go out like this.” I glanced at my body, still clad in the lingerie that left me feeling exposed. I wasn't quite accustomed to it yet, and I needed the right clot
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