~ Rosette~
I looked down at myself. My robe were now completely on the floor, leaving me exposed to the cold air, my skin flushed, my n*****s red and swollen from the torture.
I couldn’t even imagine the shame. All I felt was the constant rush of fury spreading through the layers of my skin, a storm rising in my chest, ready to tear everything apart.
If I had stayed there any longer, if I had spent another minute there, I swear I’d break, I’d crash out, I’d destroy everything.
I grabbed my robe and stormed out of the room, jaw tight, slamming the door so hard it rattled the walls, my blood boiling.
My fist clenched until my nails bit into my palms. I wanted to scream, to yell, to curse at him.
How dare he?
How could he?
Leave me like this.
Leave me craving his touch. Leave m
