As she slowly moves through the dark dining area toward the back door of the house, she hears a voice behind her- "My beloved rose 🌹, trying to run away? Did you forget? You came to me of your own free will. Now you won't be able to escape just because you want to." The girl freezes the moment the slightly angry, masculine voice reaches her ears. It is 2:37 a.m. She was trying to flee from the silent house standing in the middle of a deserted area. Sleeping pills had been given to her... yet even then, there was no final rescue. ~They say flowers never bloom on stone. But what if a flower blooms on the hardest stone of all-beautiful like a rose 🌹✨? A fresh rose, whose fragrance spreads far and wide ✨. -BY 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂