Chapter 16

Maurice had taken Alessa to a guest room and helped Alessa slip into a tight green dress that made her white skin shine and clashed with her red hair. The dress stopped well above her knee and left nothing to the imagination. She looked like she was cosplaying a dirty Peter Pan. He had also done a soft pink makeup look and was doing the third touch-up on it since Alessa could not stop crying.

“You’ll be okay dear,” Maurice kept saying. Though she could tell he was uncomfortable preparing the prey.

Just as Maurice finished dabbing at Alessa’s tears, someone—Alessa knew it was Kyle—knocked on the door.

“All good in her, come in,” Maurice said. Kyle opened the door.

Kyle looked at Alessa for a few seconds. He looked like he was unable to breathe. “That’s what he got her?” He asked, shocked as he traced her dress.

“Well, she isn’t going into his room to talk about art or politics,” Maurice said. “It’s appropriate for what he wants.”

“She wasn’t supposed to be going in at all. He just got