Miss Catherine's expression remained unchanged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she approached Aurora. "Your mother sold you," she said, her voice without no emotion. "You have no say in what happens to you now."
Aurora felt anger boiling inside of her , her fear was forgotten. "My mother didn't sell me," she said. "She abandoned me!"and you have no right to remind me of that ma'am.
Miss Catherine's eyes went cold, her hand landing on Aurora's cheek with a sharp slap. "Your mother did what she had to," she hissed. "Now, you will do what you're told, or you will wish you were never born."
The other girls had stopped laughing, watching what was happening with a mix of pity and fear. Aurora's cheek stung, the imprint of the woman's hand was on Aurora's cheek. She felt anger and humiliation, her eyes flashing with hatred. "What happens to girls like me?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Do they just... disappear?"
Miss Catherine's smile was cold and cruel. "Some do," she said, her eyes looking over Aurora's trembling form. "But not before they've learned their place." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Aurora's ear. "You see, my dear, in this place, we do what we're asked to do. Or we suffer the consequences."
Aurora felt the heat of the woman's breath on her neck, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was walking a fine line, but she couldn't help the hatred that surged through her. "And if I don't?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Miss Catherine leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "You'll find out," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "But for now, you'll come with me." She took Aurora's arm in like grip and led her from the ballroom. The laughter of the other girls followed her, a reminder of her new reality.
They walked down a long, dimly lit corridor, the only sound was their footsteps echoing through the empty corridor. Aurora's heart was racing, her mind a whirlwind of fear and anger. She had to find a way out of this nightmare. But the mansion was a labyrinth, and she had no idea where she was being taken.
Miss Catherine opened a door, revealing a small, starkly furnished room. "You will stay here," she said, her grip on Aurora's arm tightening. "Until your master is ready for you."
The room was cold, the walls were bare and scary. A single bed with iron bars was in the center, a reminder of the prison she will now live in. Aurora felt the panic rising in her chest, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I'll do anything. Just let me go."
Miss Catherine's laughter was like ice, killing every hope Aurora had left. "You'll do anything?" she repeated, her eyes glinting. "That's exactly what we're counting on." With a final squeeze, she released Aurora's arm, her grip leaving red marks on her skin. "You see, here we all have our roles. You're the new toy, the one that needs to be broken in. And I'm the one who makes sure you understand your place." do you understand that girl?!
Aurora stumbled into the room, the door slamming shut behind her. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to spill over. "But I don't want to be here," she whispering to the cold, unfeeling walls. "I don't want to be anyone's toy." I just want to be free just like every other young adult.
but I'll warn you, do not get in the way of lily,she will break you, oh I almost forgot you're new and you don't know who Lily is??
First Lily is the Master's favourite slave, she gives him what he wants and can satisfy his every sexual urge, she is above us all,she is known as his mistress, do not cross her or else you might end up in a bad state.
The sound of the lock clicking into place was like a nail in Aurora's chest,her hopes shattered and gone . Aurora sank to the floor, her knees giving out beneath her. The woman's words echoed in her mind: 'You're new, you don't know who Lily is'. Lily, the favored slave, the one who could satisfy Damian's every urge. The very thought of the other girl filled Aurora with a strange mix of jealousy and anger. How could she bear to be with such a monster willingly?
But Aurora knew she had no choice. She was here, in this cold, unforgiving room, awaiting her fate. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The bed with the iron bars seemed more like a torture device than a place of rest. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached it, her bare feet feeling the coolness of the cold floor. The bed was the only piece of furniture, save for a small nightstand with a single drawer.
Her curiosity getting the better of her, Aurora approached the nightstand, her trembling hand reaching for the drawer. It slid open with an eerie creak, revealing an assortment of items that sent a shiver down her spine. There were whips, chains, and various instruments of pain, along with bottles of what looked like lubricant. A whimper escaped her lips as she realized the true purpose of this room.
The hours ticked by, the silence only broken by the occasional distant sound of footsteps or a muffled cry. Aurora's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. Would she be like the other girls, broken and accepting her fate? Or could she find a way to fight back, to escape?