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I woke up in an absolute daze trying to forget about last night. Everything came rushing back memory after every agonizing memory. How could I have cried myself to sleep last night like that? It was something I hadn't done in a long time since I was first kidnapped and taken here. I had always tried to appear strong in front of everyone here and not let them think I was afraid of them. But that was the problem.
I could no longer keep up the facade any longer. Every time I got undressed or saw myself in the mirror, I would feel Enzo's hands all over me again. What made it worse was Elias. The fact that I had been holding it all in and I guess it got to much. I'm angry at Elias. How could he treat me like he used me and when that woman came, he pushed me to the side so easily like a piece of dirt.
He confused me. Last night he acted as if he cared even for just a second. But I thought wrong when he was with that woman. My cheeks warmed thinking about how she was practically naked and her and Elias were clearly...something. It was better to try to treat last night's incident more robotically, I couldn't let it get to me. I let my head fall into the palm of my hand.
I distinctly remember how I felt last night. How it haunted me and still haunts my mind now. I peeled off the torn dress of my body, getting rid of my undergarments. After what had happened in to me in that dress, I promised myself I would never wear it again. It took me two hours in the shower to realize no matter how much I scrubbed my skin, I was still tainted.
What made it all worse was how Elias made me feel even more dirtier. What were you expecting Aurelia? That he would tell that beautiful woman to leave he had with him to care after the young human girl who doesn't mean anything to him?
After all, he made it more than clear yesterday that to him, I was only just a girl from the brothel. When I thought about it, I tried to understand why he thought that but it still stung every time he mentioned it. So what. He was a monster, I was wrong to think he was different for one second. I didn't care about him. I just cared about our deal and getting my freedom.
