That night, I couldn't even find my way to sleep. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that something as terrible as that happened to me earlier when I was at the store.What seems to be much worse now is the fact that I can't even find the courage to speak of it to anyone, not even to Taylor, who seems to be someone who can be trusted. I know that she can be trusted for it since Claudette seemed to have trusted her that much. However, that is Claudette. My situation is very different from Claudette's because, unlike Claudette, I did not grow up being cared for by Taylor. In fact, I have only just recently come to know her to actually have the guts to speak to her about how someone had just molested me earlier at the shop.Earlier at the shop—just a moment after that creep left me—I instantly had to wipe the moist between my legs with my own handkerchief, since I could already hear Taylor knocking from the outside. I did not want her to find out that I had been haras
My mouth drops open in shock at what I'm seeing right now. I just can't believe that something like this took place right here in the garden of the mansion. The fact that one of the housemaids is the victim makes the situation seem even more dire.It is still unclear to me who the maid actually is; however, based on the fact that she is dressed in a uniform, I can only assume that she is employed by the Silverstone mansion. It would appear that what they have done to her is a truly horrible thing. Aside from the fact that she appears to have been raped, she also has quite a few bruises, which appear to be some kind of scratches that can only be caused by claws. This leads one to believe that she was abused in some way, as evidenced by how mutilated and ruined the uniform she now wears.However, considering the circumstances, it makes me wonder if she had been mauled by a wild animal of some kind.“What happened to her?” I immediately asked.I have the impression that the remaining ot
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not like I eavesdropped or something. It just so happened that I was looking for you guys, and I ended up overhearing you just as I was about to head to the back." Reagan immediately defended his position with reasoning. The moment I caught a glimpse of him walking into the study, I bolted to my feet. "Oh, how wonderful it is that you're here, Reagan!" I went up to him in the end, and I think everyone was a little taken aback, Reagan in particular.It was at that point that I had the sudden realization that it might be because of how quickly I rose to call on Reagan in an instant. I was unaware that taking that action could in fact cause them to act in such a manner so quickly.I chose to ignore it and proceeded to walk near Reagan. "Can you accompany me to the police station today?" I suddenly asked him.“Sure. But why are we even going there?” he asks.“I’ll tell you on the way there.”However, just as Reagan and I were about to leave, Klen and Taylor immediat
“What do you mean by that, sergeant?” My reason even brought me a bit of surprise. I am not even planning to make such a scene right in front of the police officer. After Reagan and I drove all the way to the police station, we immediately seeked for Sergeant Gabriel. Fortunately, he is not running any duties outside today.“As I said, we can’t just make false accusations without conducting further investigation first, Miss Silverstone.”“But it’s not even making false accusations, sergeant. All that I’m asking is if you could escort me to the Alforque mansion to get them interviewed about the incident that happened in my own yard.”“Miss Silverstone, it isn't as easy as that. Don’t you think the Alforques will just easily let them be disturbed for such an interview without thinking that you have some insinuation that they have anything to do with a case that took place on your lawn?”Sergeant Gabriel tried to sound more professional around me despite me acting a little more hysteric
“Have you forgotten about it as well?” Reagan immediately reminded me once again.Unfortunately, it isn’t like I really don’t remember it. Rather, it’s because I really don’t have that memory. Being Odessa inside of Claudette made me only worse, knowing that behind the lie of losing all my memories, is the truth that I don’t really have any memories of the original owner of this body.And as I continue to lie to them, I also fail to see through the pain I am slowly giving them, knowing sooner or later they will eventually find out about the truth in me. It will certainly make them all lose their hope. And the even greater problem here is that I can guarantee they won’t ever forgive me after this. In order for me to get away in this awkward situation, I simply smiled back at Reagan and said, “I wish I could remember it, Reagan. I’m really sorry. I—”But before I could even come to with another reason to tell him, he instantly just cut me off and said, “There is no need for you to feel
A few days have passed since the time that Reagan took me to the bay in order to watch the sunset. I never thought that Claudette and Reagan had in fact ever had that kind of special relationship until Reagan finally burst out to tell me all about it. Before that, I never even entertained the idea. He has been keeping his fingers crossed that after telling it to me, I will eventually remember everything there is to know about it and about him. However, it isn’t as easy as that knowing I am not even Claudette to begin with. If only there were some way for me to see Claudette's memories for myself, I'd be able to learn so much more about her past. At least I won't have to continue deceiving these wonderful people and swallowing my pride to do so. It makes me sad that such a thing should have happened to Reagan and Claudette long before their relationship had even begun to develop. When Claudette Silverstone was being talked about, there was not even a single mention of the fact that
What exactly he intends to convey with those words is a mystery to me. Did he really come all the way here and put himself through all that trouble just to save me? It's hard for me to understand why he would feel the need to rescue me when I don't seem to be in any imminent danger and, to top it off, isn't he the one who started out as the more dangerous one in the first place? I don't know what to make of this situation. especially considering that I was already aware that being in his presence would put my safety at risk because he was up to no good, and I wanted to avoid being near him. “You had the audacity to say the words, ‘saving you’, as if you aren’t even someone I need to distance myself from.” I instantly told him. The creep took several steps forward in the direction of the couch where I was sitting. It is already too late for me to even try to escape him because he has already entrapped me by settling his hands on both sides of the arm rest of the couch. I have no
I was instantly pulled inside of my wardrobe by the creep, and because it happened so quickly, I was unable to anticipate it. The first thing that went through my mind was to yell for assistance, but given that this man was trying to cover my mouth, I knew there was no way I could actually make myself heard. Because his large palm was able to cover my entire mouth and nose, I thought I was going to suffocate to death and pass out. I felt compelled to pinch his skin right away in the hopes that he would eventually comprehend the anguish that I have been going through. Thankfully, he immediately noticed me suffering from a lack of air as a result of what he was doing, and so he immediately removed his hand from me and then whispered, "Do you really have to do that?," as he gave me a serious look while giving me the stink eye. Since I was the one who was wronged, he ought to be the one answering my question because I am the one who was victimized here. I find it hard to believe that