Elizabeth King
Groaning she stretched her arms out her hands running along the softest material she had ever felt not since.
Elizabeth shot up, her eyes wide open and frantically scanning around the room. Dread she hadn’t felt in a long time sank like a boulder in the pit of her stomach.
“No,” her voice shook, the gravity of her situation crashing into her like a train.
She was back. He had found her. Scrambling from the bed, she glanced down to find herself in a black silk night gown. Snarling, she glared down at the offending outfit. Of course, he’d dress her up in one of these. He did always treat her like his little doll he could dress up and play with.
Long ago, memories tried clawing their way back out of the mental lock box she had shoved them in the dark recesses of her m
