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NO ESCAPE

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Eleanor's POV

I thought I had seen the worst of Bianca's ruthlessness and wickedness when she forced me to lick her shoes in that disgusting bathroom. Yes she told me to lick her shoes, she forced my mouth on the tile, I licked poo and a lot of disgusting things.

As soon as she finished dripping in my humiliation, she seized my hair and dragged me through the mansion, ignoring my protests and my shivering body as I stumbled on the icy floors with my bare feet, She really made me suffer.

"You're not finished yet, whore," she spat, pulling me into her big bedroom. "You have something else to clean for me."

I was nearly too weak to stand, yet I forced myself to move, pain running through me with every step. When we reached her room, she flung the door open and pushed me inside.

The disgusting odor of blood hit me immediately.

Then I saw it.

A heap of dirty clothes is on the floor, dark stains of dried menstrual blood staining the fabric.

My stomach twisted violently, the smell was just too disgusting.

Bianca crossed her arms, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Clean these."

I swallowed hard, shaking my head. "Please… don’t."

Her smile broadened. "Oh, don’t think you can beg, Sinclair." Grabbing one of the drenched, dirty garments, she pressed it to my face before I could react.

The smell soaked into my skin, the fowl scent on my nostrils. I shook, my body sneezing as vomit formed in my throat.

"You wanted to be part of this family, didn't you?" she mocked, leaning in closer. "Prove it."

I gasped for breath, shaking, tears burning my eyes. But she wasn’t finished yet.

She grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open.

Then she stuffed the bloodied pants inside my mouth, inside my f*cking mouth, and I was forced to taste her menstrual blood.

The taste of blood flooded my senses and reasoning, I couldn't think straight. my life seems to be falling apart, blood so thick and dirty. My stomach turned in horror, my body shaking as I struggled against her grip, but she held me there, shaking softly as I fought to breathe.

"Swallow it," she said.

I tried harder, my eyes rolling back in disgust, but finally, with some mercy, she yanked it out and pushed me to the floor like trash.

"You are absolutely disgusting," she said, wiping her hands on her expensive dress. "Now, wash them all. If I see a single stain, you’ll wish you hadn’t."

Then she shut the door behind her, leaving me there on my knees, shaking, shattered, pained. I cried, hot tears coming from my eyes.

And for the first time in ages…I wished I were dead.

******

After what felt like forever of scrubbing and washing, my hands weak and shaking like dead leaves, I finally left Bianca’s room. My body ached from exhaustion and pain, and my stomach twisted with hunger and terror, but I forced myself to move, desperate for the tiny servants’ quarters where I could finally catch my breath, maybe.

But fate had other ideas. As I turned the corner, I collided with them. Sienna and Camille. Kieran’s sisters.

And the instant their cold look locked onto me, I knew I was about to endure a different kind of torment and suffering.

"Well, well," Sienna said, crossing her arms. "Look at the sad little rat trying to sneak past us."

Camille wrinkled her nose. "Gross, she smells. Did you crawl out of a dumpster, Sinclair?"

I dropped my gaze, holding my dress to keep my hands from trembling. "Please… I just want to leave" A sharp slap interrupted me.

I gasped, my head snapping to the side as pain exploded across my cheek.

Camille tsked, shaking her head. "Who told you that you could speak?"

Sienna laughed, stepping closer. "You really thought you could just leave in this house without consequences?" Grabbing my chin, she forced me to look at her. "You’re nothing, Sinclair. Just a filthy little bastard our brother picked up for entertainment."

I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Camille taunted. "We’re not finished with you."

Before I could react, she threw her sandal at me.

It struck my mouth with such force that I immediately tasted blood.

Pain radiated through my jaw, warm liquid coming down my lips as I collapsed onto the cold floor.

The sisters giggled happily, watching me struggle.

"This is just the beginning," Sienna whispered, standing beside me. "Soon, you’ll wish you had never been born."

Then, like Bianca, they walked away, leaving me bleeding, trembling, and utterly destroyed.

*****

I wasn’t given a moment to rest.

That night, a lavish party took place at the mansion. And I was forced to attend.

Dressed in an elegant gown that wasn’t mine, my bruises barely covered by layers of makeup, I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, feeling like an outcast in a world that would never accept me.

I tried to blend into the background. But they wouldn’t let me.

As soon as I thought I might catch my breath, Bianca’s voice sliced through the air, filled with feigned innocence.

"Lady Lancaster, I believe I found something… interesting."

All eyes turned toward her as she displayed something small and delicate: a sapphire-studded necklace.

A necklace I had never seen before. Bianca smirked and then turned to me.

"It was found in her room." A collective gasp ran through the hall.

Lady Lancaster’s expression twisted with fury and anger. "You stole from me?" I stepped back, shaking my head in panic. "I didn’t"

"Liar!" The slap came so fast and hot.

Before I could process what was happening, my head swung to the side, my ears ringing from the impact. My body was shaking, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

But what happened next…

Shattered me. Because it wasn’t just Lady Lancaster who punished me. It was him. Kieran.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slapped me too, a very hot slap. The force sent me tumbling, my body crashing onto the floor.

The room became silent. Pain ran through me, deep and unbearable. Then

A sharp, painful twist in my abdomen. A sensation so terrible that my body froze.

An overwhelming blood flow spread between my legs, slow and painful.

Then I saw it. Red. Dark. Pooling beneath me.

My hands shaking as they reached for my stomach, realization striking me like a cruel twist of fate.

No. No, no, no Gasps filled the room. Murmurs of confusion and horror.

But all I could hear was my own heartbeat, pounding violently in my skull. Then came the voice. Urgent. Panicked. Kieran.

"Eleanor!" But it was too late. Because the last sensation before darkness consumed me…Was loss….

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