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She raised my chin up so I was forced to look into her beautiful, expressive eyes.
And for once, I saw something else there – pain hidden behind layer upon layer of lies, deceit and the love she felt for someone I didn’t know.
“It gets better,” she whispered, leaving a fleeting kiss against my cheek.
And then she was gone too, and there was just me and the girl I didn’t recognize in the mirror.
6
Harlow
It was a couple of hours later that the maid came to collect me, once again not saying a word as she motioned for me to follow her out into the hallway.
I took the opportunity to leave the room greedily, and followed the mute woman down the hallway.
The walls were lined with doors just like mine, and I heard laughter and chatter as we neared the end of the corridor. We walked into a large hall, where double white doors barred the entrance, and a huge marble staircase led downstairs into the main area. We weren’t alone any longer. There were men standing in front of the door, passive and stoic, waiting for any sign of trouble and the chance to stop it. And then there were the girls. So many girls, women, most of them my age or a little older than me. They were all gorgeous, some of them in various states of happiness and distress. One of them was on her knees while a guard forced his cock down her throat. She was moaning for him. The rest of the girls paid it no mind.
I couldn’t stop staring at what was happening in front of me. All those women, all dressed up in expensive clothes or lingerie, not even looking my way as the maid led me down the stairs and into their midst. The guards drank me up with their eyes, but nobody said a word to me as she took me through the hall and through several rooms that followed until we reached a breezy living room area. I gasped when I saw the open French doors and windows leading out into what looked like a private beach. It was incredibly beautiful, the ocean, which I’d never seen before, lapping at the sandy shore.
The sight of the sea reminded me that I must have been very far away from home, and I tried to stop myself from crying when I thought about everything I’d left behind, everything that had been torn away from me.
Carina, Amber, Madame. The production of the Nutcracker, my dance as the Sugarplum Fairy. I’d done so well. Surely, I would have gotten a better role in a matter of days – and now it was all lost.
Those open windows seemed to be taunting me, the silk curtains billowing in the breeze and reminding me there was a life outside of the mansion. Yet it was a sharp reminder that I was unable to get away, forbidden from taking a single step off the grounds and without the watchful mute maid’s supervision.
“Hello, little one.”
The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end, and I looked over my shoulder to find the man from before standing there.
“Let me see you,” he said, his tone dark and holding promises I hoped he wouldn’t keep.
He was hard for me. I could see the outline of his cock when I turned around, thick and hard against his trousers and straining against the fabric. It filled me with fear and wonder, and I hoped I’d never find out what it felt like to have him inside me.
He approached me with slow, measured steps, taking my hand in his. My fingers looked so little compared to his hand, and I watched him twirl me around the room, spinning me around my axis. He looked me up and down, and I felt his heated gaze on every inch of my skin, exposed or hidden. He watched me like I was something he was about to devour, and the dress I was wearing felt tiny, leaving nothing to the imagination. My nipples hardened under his gaze, and he seemed to notice what my lace bralette couldn’t hide, smirking and staring at them without mentioning what was happening.
“My, they’ve done a good job,” he said approvingly. “Do you like your new look, little one?”
I stayed stubbornly quiet, and his hand left mine as he laughed softly.
“No words, hmm?” he asked. “You don’t want to talk to me just yet?”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to talk to him until he explained some things to me first.
“We’ll get them out of you,” he promised me, and I tried to hide the shiver of fear that went down my spine. “I’m very good at getting girls to speak. And moan, and scream, and beg. I wonder what it will take to make you beg, little one.”
