NA’IMAH
“I didn’t ask for a show. Get rid of the dress unless you want me to tear it off your body and have you walk out of my palace naked when I’m done with you,” Kaedyr retorted as my hands trembled over the strings of the corset behind the dress I was forced into earlier.
I wanted to pretend as if his words didn’t get to me. I so badly wanted to put on a brave face when he spoke to me like I was a harlot he picked up from the streets. But anger and shame had my hands shaking so badly because this felt like a nightmare.
If I could ever predict anything in my life, being treated like this by the hands of a man I once thought I knew wouldn’t have been something I would’ve imagined.
“Turn around,” Kaedyr commanded in a bristled tone.
The dress fell off my body, pooling at my feet as I
