Concealing Her Wounds

Cladded in a black turtleneck top which had full sleeves, she paired it with denim jeans. Ariella was standing in front of the mirror and was looking at her own reflection in order to make sure her entire body got covered with her clothes because she didn't want her mother or anyone else to see those multiple bruises and marks on her body.

Sighing softly, Ariella grabbed that concealer bottle from the table and started applying it on those bruises and cuts on her face. She had never personally preferred using makeup on her face but now she had to do it every time she stepped out of this house which had started becoming like a cage for her where she received nothing but pain and tears. This mansion had become a cage of pain for her. But she knew she could not escape from here, even after the door had always been open for her to leave but the feral owner of this cage had snatched that courage and right from her to leave this painful cage of his, so she could not escape or leave this cag