Gratitude Gone Wrong

Bianca

When my eyes shot open, the first thing that came to my mind was, "Thank God for answered prayers, that monster didn't come last night."

I yawned lazily as I sat up. Although I felt rejuvenated–thanks to my masseuse's expertise and a ravishing dinner, a feeling of fear and boredom sat deep within my soul.

I was afraid of the wolfish cry, I could still hear its echo in my head…And I was bored because I was tired of living. All I lived for was to eat and be prepared by some professionals to warm Santiago's bed like I was some whore.

My life has become a crap and creepy routine. It was creeping me out!

Milla and her girls came again. They worked in silence and prepared me for the day. Throughout the exercise, Milla avoided my gaze and strangely, no one mentioned the event of the previous night.

As soon as they were done, they bowed and filed out.

Heaving a sigh, I threw myself on the bed, crumpling up the suede short gown that I was wearing.

"My lady, it's breakfast time," Darko's