✨Book two✨
It's not necessary to read the first book but the characters from the first book do appear in this one.
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Iris was kidnapped when she was twelve and her life was filled with rules that made sure she cou...
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I wake up at 4 am, get dressed in my uniform, and run around all day following my master's orders without speaking to anyone unless I'm spoken to.
It's a routine drilled into my head after getting beaten multiple times a day when I first arrived here.
Master always made sure I knew my parents and brothers hated me, and like a broken doll, they threw me away, leaving me alone and forgotten by the outside world.
For the first few days, I begged him to let me go back to my family, swearing that I would be a good girl, but he'd hit me with his belt buckle each time I mentioned going home.
So, I stopped resisting, and the beatings got reduced to once a day just to keep me in line, he'd call it 'establishing dominance'.
Walking into the dining area, I kept my head down, not daring to look at anyone without them allowing me to. The rules were a lot to remember, but I made sure to repeat each one in my head at least twice a day.
“Doll come here” My master's deep voice drowns out the rest and my feet move on their own accord.
Reaching the very end of the table, I kneeled, still bowing my head, dreading his next sentence.
“Is that the right way to wear your uniform ?” scanning over my clothes, I notice that I had done one more button than allowed, not allowing my breasts to show at the top of my shirt the way he liked it.
'Stupid Iris'
I berated myself while undoing the button as quickly as possible, but they always seem to work against me.
Struggling with the dumb button, I felt the tears forming in my eyes, knowing what will happen if I ask for help.
Screaming at the sudden feeling of my shirt being ripped off, I covered my mouth with a shaky hand, hoping I didn't cause my master to get angrier at my defiance.
“Make her strip for us” someone in the crowd yelled out, and my whole body began to tremble at their words.
Chuckling, the master placed his long thick pointer finger under my chin pushing my head up, but I made sure to keep my eyes on the ground not falling for his little trick.
Rule one: Don't look at anyone without them verbally demanding you to.
“Good to see you're not fully worthless, you remember some rules” he muttered while unclipping my red bra.
In a few seconds, all my clothes were removed and everyone at the table could see the scars littering my body. Feeling uncomfortable with all of their eyes on me, I tried covering my private parts but when my master raised his hand I removed my hands trying to stop the fist, flying my way.
Feeling his rings cut my cheek, a whimper escaped my lips, while my bottom lip quivered at the pain left behind.
“Seems like you need a reminder of the rules, Doll” he smirked, dragging me out of the room.
