~SARA~
I watch as the woman pull the fabric from the bed and step closer. Her hands are gentle but firm as she guides me into it, sliding the fabric over my shoulders. The night dress feels cool against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat rising in my chest.
Khlan— after our 'conversation', had instructed his men take me to a room and have me rest for the night. The woman had been told to make me comfortable.
So this is why I am in a room, in the middle of god knows where, getting dressed up like some Barbie doll, on the orders of some deranged psycho who thinks he can stash a full grown adult for himself.
I look at my reflection in the mirror and frown. The dress fits perfectly, almost like it was made for me.
I. Hate. It.
I stand still while the woman adjusts goes throu
