26. Over my dead body.

(Warning some triggering topics discussed and touched on)

Kayda

I opened my eyes again to the same sickening feeling. This was happening far too often for my liking. I was certainly vulnerable locked in this fortress with the master as one of his pieces of treasure. The idea was ludicrous and made me even sicker at the thought and that the girls here excepted this as anything other than insane. I was lying on the bed in the same Mediterranean style room as before. I slowly sat up, whincing at the throbbing in my head. The split on my lip was healed, and I ran my tongue over where the lip had been damaged to find it smooth. The only sign now of the injuries existence was the dried blood on my chin and smeared on my cheek. I looked down, horrified to find I was now dressed in a ivory night dress, meaning someone had removed my dress whilst I was unconscious. The feeling of helplessness that I was unaware of who had been touching me really ate away at my soul as I hugged my arms acro