ZARYA ROGOV
The things he demands from me, I obviously go against them.
Obeying him meant bowing down to Satan.
I stared at my dress in the mirror.
The dress was deep wine-red in color. It had a square neckline and thick shoulder straps, giving it an elegant yet structured look. The bodice was fitted, while the skirt flared out into a voluminous A-line silhouette. The fabric was velvet, which enhanced the dress's color.
I let my hair down and put on a little makeup because I wasn't so enthusiastic about this event.
His grand celebration could be a lot worse than my expectations, and I just knew I wasn't ready for whatever hell he was about to unleash on me.
I took a deep breath, but my breath got stuck midway when he stepped into the room without knocking. I instinctively straight
