THIRTY FIVE | Everything Comes With A Price

Her room was exactly the way she remembered.

It felt like living the worst nightmare, only all over again. Years had passed, but felt like the mighty winds of time could not tear through the tough walls of the Perazzo mansion.

For a minute, it almost tasted like perhaps nothing had actually changed.

The same memory played in the loop, over and over again. She would hear the faint footsteps of Vladimir growing closer and closer to the room. Her heartbeat would speed up. And with no other alternative left but to quickly slide out of the bed, she would topple to her feet. Rushing for the robe she had lazily thrown at the foot of the bed and would force it over her body, attempting to hide that exposed skin that might just tempt him. Again. But he would turn into a beast with no self-control anyway. He would step closer and closer until there was nowhere else to go, nowhere to run. And then he would take her, force his lips upon hers, lusty and disgusting kisses on