Tiara came out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a yellow flowy dress that had a deep v-neckline and puffy sleeves that covered her bruised arms as Xavier had asked, she wore a two-inches long heal, grabbing a brown bag, she finally looked at herself in the mirror.
Tiara, looking at her reflection found nothing but a girl that was drowning in the deep ocean filled with miseries and what amused her was the fact that she was no longer struggling to save herself because the more she had tried to struggle the more it had swallowed her and learning from the past experience she knew it was futile to struggle.
“Are you ready?” His cold and blatant voice brought her out of her trance and she nodded, her back was facing him but she could tell that he was boring holes into her figure with his pene
