Chapter 13: Susanna

Past

“Bernard…hmm…” my stepmother ponders, her wicked red nails caressing each dress hanging up in her dresser. She stills on the stained white lace and I can hear the smile in her voice as she says, “This should do.”

I rub a spot on my arm, still sore from where Mr. Hawke held me last night while he pleasured me like no other man had cared to. He’s been doing so for a month now. “I…” my voice trailed off. “I can’t. Not tonight.”

Morwenna Lancaster plucks out the white dress. “Let your hair down like he likes it…” She goes on like I never spoke. It’s always like this. My words unheard, my pleas ignored. Standing my ground means entertaining more men at night than usual, only the worst of the horde.

I swallow the bile crawling up my throat. “Mother…I don’t feel well.”

She keeps talking, setting out my outfit for tonight, right to my underwear. Of course, none of them belong to me. I own nothing. I deserve nothing. For the more special guests, she