ROSE POV
My hatred for my mother's supposed lover wasn't a mystery, but at this point, I felt it further through my veins. The moment he tossed me over his shoulder like I was nothing but a piece of clothing, I felt anger, and helplessness too.
“Good night, Rose,” he said, turned, and left me in the cold silence of the room. The door clicked shut, and I let out a shaky breath.
Just perfect.
He had tuned me into a rapunzel in the cursed tower.
Perfect
My hand gripped the doorknob as I gently pulled the door open. It was morning, barely an hour after I had woken up to see a fresh pair of clothes and a toothbrush at the foot of my bed.
I took my bath, changed into the clothes, and now I was on the mission of leaving this dungeon before my supposed new father showed up to impose yet a
