The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+}

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I would like to reiterate that this book does have dark sexual themes.

This will be the last warning.

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I groan, my head swarming as I gain consciousness. My eyes are too heavy to open but my ears pick up movement around me.

"Look, she's waking up." I can hear a girls voice whisper.

"I can see for myself Lydia." Another voice remarks.

I scrunch my face in confusion, trying to process their words. I have my own room. Why are there people in my room?

I blink my eyes open, squinting at the light shining down on me. I sit up, my head aching as I begin to recall the events of last night. The memory of being retrained, groomed and given to Richard floods my mind, causing me to look around the room frantically. My heart leaping to my throat as I begin to panic.

"Woah, you're okay." A girl with red hair and a pale complexion tries to sooth me, her green eyes friendly, "You lost a lot of blood, try and relax."

How could she put those two in the same sentence and expect me to relax?

My eyes soon drift to her neck where I notice her black collar. She's a human slave as well.

"Where am I?" I ask, realising I'm no longer in Richards bedroom. Instead I'm in a white room which resembles some sort of hospital room. My eyes drift down to my arm to find a tube sticking out of my vein and connected to a blood-bag.

"You're in the recovery room. Richard sent us to check up on you and we found you unconscious from too much blood loss." Another girl answers. This girl has caramel coloured hair and a olive complexion as she stands beside the red head. Her eyes are brown, staring at me with caution unlike the other girl who is smiling.

"Who are you?" I challenge, wondering if they could be trusted. Just because they were in the same situation as me doesn't mean I could trust them. They could be compelled like Mark was and hurt me.

"Sorry where's my manners?" The red head giggles, "I'm Lydia and this is Cora."

"Are you slaves as well?"

"Yes." She answers, pulling the tube from my arm and placing a plaster over the small cut. It was unnecessary, it would be healed soon but she didn't know that.

My eyes drifted to their necks again. I wanted to know why my collar was different. "If You're slaves like me, how comes my collar is different?"

They glance at each other warily, silently deciding whether to tell me or not. I guess they must have decided it was alright to tell me, Lydia parting her lips to speak, "You see we just clean, maintain the estate grounds and are forced to satisfy their thirst." Her eyes flash with anger but she continues, "It's in exchange for not becoming a pet and we're treated better than most though we still get punished often. Whereas, you're a mistress to our master."

A pet?

A mistress?

"What's the purpose of a mistress?" I question, positive I'm going to despise the answer and already have some idea of what it could entail.