Roze couldn't sleep.
She had lied so hard, so hard, in fact, she was sure she'd never live down the sin.
Standing on the balcony overlooking the garden, she felt the presence of her man before he spoke, "Did you know her? Speak to her?" Roze shook her head, "I never spoke while I was there. But I do remember her." Turning, Roze looked at a shirtless Warren and remembered, "Virgins weren't to be touched as ordered by the man keeping us prisoner. But men still came in looking for fun, they would try to scare us. Rustle our cages, pick them up and slam them back down again."
Roze sighed in remembrance of the agony of being tossed around in the cold iron cage, her food and water bowl hitting her as she stayed balled up. Her breast mashed so hard into her knees the skin above them would b
