Not so pleasant memories

Isabella woke up to find the room dark and empty with just the bedside lamp on. She was covered with the bedsheet but unclad inside it. She glanced at the wall clock in her new room to see that it is already 10pm. How long did she sleep?

All the memories of what happened came flashing in her head. She face palm herself trying to recall everything.

The last thing she remembers is her MASTER shoving himself into her so deeply that it hurts her. She tried to remember what happened thereafter but nothing came to her mind.

Having him treat her like an animal earlier petrify her to the core. The thought of how she is going to cope with the torture tortured her own mind even more. It isn't what she expected when she agreed to becoming his sex slave. She thought he will just have sex with her whenever he wants. She didn't prepare her mind for the brutal way he handles her.

Hours ago, she was happy she wouldn't have to sleep around with different men but just one. It's hasn't been up to 24 hours and she's already regretting the choice she has made. She just realized that it this is not about upholding her dignity anymore.

If she had chosen to become a public slut, it could have been better for her because she wouldn't have to experience having a torturous sex, those men will at least treat her well. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts as she tries getting out of the bed. She stumbled the moment her legs touch the floor.

She has totally forgotten that she had sex hours ago and she is sore from the pain. Her legs feel numb. She took in a sharp breath before limping to the closet, just maybe, she will see something to wear.

Isabella has never thought that she would loose her virginity in such absurd way, she have always dreamt about her first night with her husband and how he will treat her like an egg or perhaps an angel. But here she is in pain and agony, bearing it all by herself with no comfort from anyone.

She managed to get to the closet, that was when she realized she wouldn't see clearly until she turns on the light. Sighing again, she limped back to the wall in attempt to find the switch. Once she switch it on, she walk back to the closet. Luckily for her, there were new dresses in the closet, they were probably brought in while she was asleep.

She picked up a pajamas neatly hanging in the closet, as she was about putting it on, her eyes darted to the bed she just stood up from. Her eyes glued to the stain on the bed which is definitely none other than her blood. For a moment, she forgot she just lost her virginity to a man who probably doesn't see her as a woman. She is just a girl that is to satisfy his sexual needs.

Isabella pick up a towel, tying it around her waist instead of wearing the PJs, she removed the bedsheets leaving the bed with nothing and dump them at the side. Maybe they will bring in a new one for her tomorrow.

Stepping into the bathroom afterwards, she enters into the bathtub after setting the water to warm. She doesn't know how but it helps her take her mind off things that bothers her whenever she stays in the warm water for sometimes.

After everything that has happened within a day, she doesn't know how she feels. A whole lot of emotions shooting in and out of her and it's surprising.

She doesn't feel hungry, she just feel numb, tired and sore. All she wants is to lie down on the bed and sleep. Tomorrow is a whole new day for her. Another day for a new start in a new environment.

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The next morning....

Isabella woke up to the whispers around her, she slowly opened her eyes to adjust to the sunlight piercing through her window and met pairs of eyes going about their cleaning business in her room.

Their voices were inform of whispers but being someone that doesn't like too much noise, it woke her up from her sleep.

"Good morning ma'am" The two maids greeted seeing her awake. Isabella only nodded her head, she still feels as if she's not in her consciousness as her head was still feeling heavy.

She look around the room and found out that the bedsheet from yesterday was gone. She slowly sat up on the bed stretching herself. Looking up at the maids, she met their eyes and saw some expressions she couldn't decipher. Is it pity or sympathy? They probably might have found out what happened last night but the last thing she wants from people is pity, she hates being pitied.

Isabella felt pathetic, she feel lost, sad and angry about everything. She wouldn't have met someone like that guy from yesterday if she wasn't sold by her uncle, the only family she has. What was he thinking when he told them to take her away? Is he not sorry? Does he hate her that much that he wants her out of his sight?

"Your bath is ready ma'am, Sir instructed us to dress you up once you are awake and come downstairs for breakfast" One of the maids spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

Once again, Isabella nodded her head and stood up from the bed dragging her feet to the bathroom wondering why he is making them treat her as someone special when she is nothing but his sweet little orange that he will throw away once there is no more water in it. Why is he giving her all these treatments when he is going to hurt her again? His own kind of sex is not a pleasant one. Even if she haven't had sex until yesterday, she knows aside being a first timer, sex doesn't hurt.

By the time she was done taking her bath, there was a new bedsheet on the bed and the room thoroughly cleaned. A dress was already on the bed for her to put on and the maids from earlier were gone but another came in. Just how many workers are here? Isabella figured out that they are maids because they are dressed in uniform.

"Good morning ma'am, I am Ellie, your new personal maid" the lady introduced herself. Personal maid? Why will the Sir assign a personal maid to her? She definitely can take a good care of herself without anyone's help.

"Please call me Bella, I will be more comfortable if you drop the formalities" She pleaded, both she and Ellie seems like they are of the same age. She at least needs a friend in this big mansion, someone she can talk to when she is bored since she doesn't know if she is grounded or not.

"But–"

"Please" Isabella cuts in making Ellie sigh in defeat.

"Okay, please let's get you dressed up. Sir Leonard is getting impatient, he wants you downstairs as soon as possible" Ellie informed while Isabella bit on her lip.

After the monstrous way he treated her yesterday night, Isabella is not sure if she will be comfortable meeting with him. Will she be able to face him and everyone?