I was left in the care of Bruce, who greeted me at the mansion's entrance as if I were a precious rescued object. I couldn't have felt more humiliated, not even when Rick tried to pull down my pants, because at that moment I had managed to react and free myself, but now I had no authority over this man. It seemed like, instead of being Mrs. Marlowe's daughter, I was just a very beloved and treasured treasure that needed to be kept at home.
"It's better if you stay here until your mother has returned," Bruce said as he pretended to accompany me inside the house, even though he was actually making sure I went straight to my room.
I was beginning to feel like I was in a gilded cage.
"Tomorrow, I have to go to town, to work. I don't plan on staying longer than tonight," I protested, letting
