The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+}

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'If you don't control your mind, someone else will.' - John Allston.

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I grip the edges of the toilet seat, the contents of my stomach being forced up as I heave and throw up. I can't seem to remember the last time I had eaten but whatever I had left is now gone, leaving my body shaking.

I flush the toilet and collapse to my knees when I'm done, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My dress is still stained with Richards release, making me scrunch my face in disgust. I basically tear at the dress, not caring for it as I quickly disregard it onto the bathroom floor. I get up off my knees, standing on trembling legs and grabbing a clean toothbrush and toothpaste, violently brushing my teeth till the taste of vomit is gone.

I leave the bathroom that is connected to Richards room and head towards the wardrobe, dressed in only my underwear.

After Richard had explained the rules to me and finally released my hand from his cock, he dragged me to his bedroom and locked me inside. My vile encounter with him was too much for my stomach to handle and I had ended up throwing up.

I had to figure a way out of this place before it happened again.

I have took into account that it is during the night the castle is alive, whereas daytime everyone sleeps, including the other humans who occupy the premises. That means if I can escape whilst everyone is asleep, I will have twelve hours of daylight until they finally realised I'm gone. That was my only advantage.

Everything else was against me. I didn't know where I was. I had no idea how I was going to get off this country and back to England. There is no one in the place I can ask, not even the humans. I have no idea how far their loyalty or will not to be punished goes and I don't want to test it.

Sliding the wardrobe door, it is mostly men's suiting. There is one small section that consists of woman's dresses and some underwear. I stick my nose up at how revealing all the dresses are and opt for a white robe which is hung up among the dresses and tie it tightly around my waist.

I stride to the windows, pulling apart the grey curtains. Moonlight filters through the room, the moon at its peak in the sky, bathing the surrounding land in a gorgeous glow. My eyes tune in on the distance, staring at the road that leads out of the estate grounds. There is a white sports car driving towards Richards estate, two black cars following closely behind.

It seems Richard has some visitors.

My ears perk, the sound of the door unlocking meeting my ears causing me to tense.

I watch as Alec holds the door open for Lydia and Cora. Once they're fully inside he allows the door to shut once again and the sound of it locking resounds as the two girls shuffle towards me.

I'm so relieved it wasn't Richard, letting out the breath that I had been holding.

I watch them questionably, awaiting for them to explain. Lydia smiles, her voice soft as she says, "Sir, Alec says we are to get you ready for tonight's dinner party." She holds up her arms to draw my focus to the pile of black, shimmery fabric in her arms.

My eyebrows furrow, I hadn't been informed of any dinner party. Richard hadn't said anything to me. Lydia lays out the fabric on the bed to reveal it is a two piece. A dazzling black crop top which reflects the light from the room. It doesn't have straps, rather a circler piece of material which goes around the neck, allowing the shoulders to be fully visible.