At 9:00 pm, Selena was standing in front of her Father's mansion, coming down from the cab she took earlier after deciding to leave the palace, for a brief moment of being alone. Staff from the house saw her from afar and ran towards her, collecting the small bag which contained a few dresses, from her. "Queen Selena! Welcome home." The petite grey-haired woman greeted her with all smiles and she was sure she missed her. "Thank you, Izzy." "You must be very tired." "Not much. Just a little." They entered the house and a wash of familiar warmth engulfed her. The walls were still as she had left them; grey and boring. The hallway was lined with fluorescent bulbs and when she got to the living room, the golden chandelier that poured down orange light still hung from the roof. The sofas had brown leather surfaces and a white and black, four-by-four, three feet table stood in the midd

Alex was holding a glass of vodka while looking outside the long window that could overlook the fields, down to the bridge and the lake. He was in the drawing room, replaying the previous day's incident in his head. The sun hadn't risen when he stood there to think. He was now alone. He had sent Bagdana away, although he couldn't tell when or where or how he left. Now, Selena has gone away and he thought he would be torn apart by loneliness. While he was still deep in thought, he felt a hand pressed to his biceps. He looked back and saw Cher looking up at him, face straight. "Are you okay?" She asked, visibly worried. Her hair still looked wet and he knew she had just got out of the shower. She wore a white soft linen gown that did little to conceal her body. The skimpy dress clung to her body that it revealing her moderately sized breasts. Alex gulped nervously at her appearance but he had to focus."I...I am oka

Charlotte took one more step, then sank to the log on the ground beside her. She'd been walking forever and was cold. Very cold. The night was growing darker. The dark cloak around her shoulders helped but the temperature had dropped with each passing hour and she contemplated on whether to shift or not. The former would only make her prone to getting exposed as Krepe's daughter.Krepe's daughter. When she decided some months ago to leave Forester, she had resolved to forget everything about her as well. Her mother had left when she was two and a half and only came back one time when she was seven, only to watch her father beat her almost to death. Since then, she never heard of her again. Rumors had it, she followed another man and even had a child for him because he was rich. Who that child was, she never bothered to find out because it was obvious she would hate the child. She didn't care. To hell with whoever it was that disrupted her childhood.However, her mother's last words st

She heard the door click shut behind her and carefully retreating footsteps in the hallway. She listened to the footsteps until a whisper was heard and it stopped. Her heart stopped and she refused to breathe just to hear what was going on as she was under the blanket. Had her Father caught her? Hushed tones went on for several seconds before a smack was heard making her flinch as if she was the one being hit. This wasn't her first time seeing her Father hit her mother. Obviously why she didn't bother thinking twice about following another man. Another resounding smack went through the room and this time Charlotte couldn't take it. She decided to move close to the door. Unfortunately, she didn't hear anything again asides from the smacks and a cry of pain. She winced. Her heart squeezed a little bit at how she had treated her mother when she came in knowing full well that she deserved to be happy for once too. She made to open the door but s

She had become conscious but still felt numb. She let out a tired sigh before opening her eyelids only to be welcomed by the wholesomeness of darkness. Where was she? What happened? As she straightened, she noticed he was tied to a pole. Her two hands were tied together behind and her ankles too. "What is going on?" She managed to ask. Selena tried to untie herself by sprouting a claw but it was useless as none of her fingers reached the rope that was used. She felt sticky and wet and she knew she was sweating. Something warm and dry stuck to the back of her head and she knew that was where she had been hit. "Help!" She finally screamed when all her efforts were proved futile. The room or wherever she was felt cozy and small and she didn't bother to further ask why she was sweaty. The place was as hot as an oven. "Hello?" Something clicked and light flicked o