Isolde.
Isolde turned with a wince in front of the mirror, watching the bloody carving on her torso. For several days now, she’d been observing that carving on her skin. The word ‘Mine’. It scared and confused her why Draco would brand her in such a manner. It didn’t make sense to her. However, Isolde felt the fear of permanently being owned by Draco. The thought of it equally scared and excited her.
Her rational mind was totally against it. The male had taken too much from her already, and Isolde wouldn’t relent from making him pay.
Her blue eyes, glistening brightly under the sun, stared through the mirror again at the carving. The skin there had become bumpy and delicate, paler than the rest of her skin, a permanent scar and reminder of Draco’s savagery.
After engraving the word
