The unwanted luna
I said in a daze and she nodded, suddenly looking at my 5-year-old self, sitting on the cold floor, playing with a wooden toy in my orphanage.
I heard a small whisper of someone repeating my name in the distance, the voice sent shivers.
"How was your childhood, Rose?" Dane asked, and the scene before us shifted, playing random glimpses of my horrible childhood, our caretaker teaching us things that kids our age shouldn't know, how to have sex, how to take care of men and a lot more, the injection of weird liquids to our bodies, the burning pain, the unhealthy situation and surrounding, the horrible fake stories of the world, including the story of my mate, it was so scary back then, a lot sc
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