Erica I asked, “Why are you doing this?” I didn’t think he would answer me. But he surprised me as he replied, “Because I didn’t like how you talked to me. No one talks to me like that without facing consequences. I gave you a choice, you decided to pick the one that put you against me.” His words were like sharp little jabs at my heart. If my father was here he would say, ‘How many times have I told you to keep your mouth shut? Now you have to suffer for it. That’s what you deserve.’ I swallowed through my darkness and gritted out, “You gave me a choice to be your whore!" “And now you are. Against your wishes, I might add. Bought and paid for.  One would think you should have chosen corre

Erica It was a dark hallway that ended after ten feet and finally I was able to take in a shaky breath because unlike that dark entrance and creepy hallway, here it was open and bright. So not a dark cave literally, like I had feared. The insides were no hardwood floor or not even an Italian marble which I might’ve expected, it was a grey floor and bare stoned walls. And even though there were lit scones on the wall, there were also candelabras like I was in some sort of historical or gothic novel. Mario, the old man that was probably the caretaker of this old castle, walked ahead of me as I took in my surroundings.  For a moment, I forgot everything as I took in my surroundings as I needed to know everything I could of this place if I was going to turn his game around on him. We ascended the stairs and Mario turned to the

Erica  After a few minutes of tense silence a door opened somewhere, I curled my fingers into fists as I sat there and closed my eyes when footsteps neared. They paused. Silverware clinked and several thumps sounded as things were put down on the table. “Leave.” I heard the arsehole say. Footsteps faded away and then his voice dropped, no longer frosty as he said, “Open your eyes, Erica.” I did. The room was empty except him and me. Ephraim was no longer sitting in front of me and there was no plate setting for him either. But I refused to look at my kidnapper as I stared ahead at Ephraim’s empty seat. I heard Antonio as he ordered, “Look at me.” 

Erica  I ran out of the dining hall, uncaring of the fact that I was nakèd and anyone could see me. All I wanted was to get away from him and the dark shadowed demons of my childhood. I burst into the room I had spent my day in and made my way straight to the bathroom. I wasn’t in any condition to think that how this old, dark castle had a shower installed in it as I turned it on and sat down on the cold unforgiving floor. My nails dug into my wrist as I counted in my mind, desperate to detach myself from the painful horrible memories. I didn’t know for how long I sat there under the cold water but it was enough that I started to feel numb. My mind was trying to pull out the memories that would make me feel a sliver of warmth in the cold dark desolate place I had

Erica  I wore the slutty dress. And even went as far as to wear that stupid, blinking diamond bracelet. It was beautiful on my wrist but I would never admit it. For some reason that beautiful thing didn’t feel like an expensive jewellery it was, but a shackle from Antonio Rossi. Either way, I wore it and the thing I loved the most of my whole attire wasn’t designer dress with fabric less than a handkerchief or the delicate cream colored thong underneath it or the diamond bracelet, it was the pair of shoes that I was wearing on my feet under the dress that looked fit to walk on the red carpet. I  I descended the stairs making my way to the dining room where I hadn’t had the dinner yesterday because a cert