Not yet his wife

The sun poured through her window. Another day has begun, Imogen rubs her dull eyes, stand up from her bed and walked to her window. She smirked looking at the bright glow in the sky.

"It is beautiful" She smiled and went back to her bed.

"This is so good and lovely," She said spreading her arms on the bed.

It had been a week, a week since she started to feel living as an s3x slave wasn't that bad. She has been happy lately, and she won't decline that her master has been one of the reasons.

They hardly saw each other for the past week, because he was so busy with his work. But every time they met, it is always like heaven. He doesn't call her in for S3x or any other slaves, and when they are alone in the library he always remembers how much he wants her to love him, and says sweet words to her.

He read books with her, watch her read and even walk her back to her room. Eventually, her cherished memories were created together with the person she used to hate.

"Used to" She mumbled confu