With a heavy heart, Jean made the difficult decision to part ways with Anna. He chose to transfer ownership of Anna to Gilbert Kingsley, presenting her as a gift."Anna will thrive in The Kingsley castle, where she will have a brighter future," he thought. She will no longer be under his care and will instead be under the ownership of another. But he knew this was for the best – Anna needed a new home, she was not safe in his castle.****As Jean entered the dimly lit dungeon, a pang of sorrow gripped his heart at the sight of Anna's frail form huddled in the corner of the cell. He cautiously stepped inside, but it seemed as though Anna didn't even register the sound of the cell door opening.She looks like she's been on an extreme diet of despair and gloom. Her figure is stick-like, a shadow of her previously lush self. Her gorgeous brown doe eyes? They’ve lost their sparkle, like cheap rhinestones. Her once rosy cheeks are now as pale as a ghost at a moonlit ball."Anna, my beautifu
"Master, I can't just leave. " Anna blurted out, her eyes brimming with tears, "I - I'd rather die than live without you."She clung onto his arm, her body begging him with every ounce of strength she had left to change his mind.Jean, however, was unyielding. He gently pried her hands off his arm, his gaze steady."Anna," he began, his voice as firm as a judge delivering a verdict, "You might think that now, but trust me, you will be unhappy here. ""But, Master... do you even love me? All this time, as I poured out my heart and professed my unwavering love for you, I longed for a response. Yet, the silence remained, leaving me wondering, questioning if my presence mattered to you. Did you not desire my companionship, to have me faithfully by your side, cherishing every moment together? answer me now." Anna asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She held her breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might rip out of her chest at any moment.Looking into her eyes, Jean saw
"So, darling, this is your private bedroom." Kingsley winked, turning the doorknob. As the door creaked open, Anna's eyes widened. Before her lay a room that was a far cry from her former shabby quarters in Jean Lyndhurst's castle. White golf furnishings, beautiful drapes, a canopy bed fit for a princess - it was a dream. Anna stumbled back, her heart pounding."This can't be right. I'm... I'm a slave.""Ah, my dear, you misunderstand," Kingsley said with a mischievous smile, leaning against the door frame. "Jean didn't send you here to dwell on your past. No, Anna, he had a different purpose in mind. You are not going to be a sex doll anymore. No, it's over.""But I am a slave. The coachman said Master Jean sent me as a gift for you. I thought I would become a part of your harem.""We don't have a harem here.""Then what use am I here?""You will live a privileged life as a lady. That's what Jean wants, and that's what I promised him.""A lady, huh?"****Living in Kingsley's castle
Gilbert's hand, so strong yet gentle, came to rest on Anna's eyes"Close your eyes, Anna," he murmured with a commanding yet compassionate tone."Why?""I'll free you from the pain of losing love."His hand, a comforting presence against her tear-stained face. And then...the magic began. Her memories of Jean - his face, his touch, his voice - started to fade. Her past with him became blurry, indistinct, like an old, faded picture.The tears stopped. Anna's sobs stilled. The hurricane of her emotions was starting to calm. With a final sigh of release, Anna's memories of Jean were gone. Her heart, once a battlefield of love and loss, was now a clean slate, ready to write a new chapter of her life.In the stillness of the room, Gilbert removed his hand from her eyes. His voice, usually so stern and commanding, was soft as he said,"It is done, Anna. Jean...he's gone from your memory forever.""Who is Jean?"**As the days passed, Anna found herself captivated by Gilbert, a new beacon of
Who is Jean Lyndhurst? His letter gives the sounds like we were once very close and he cares deeply about me."Consumed by overwhelming confusion, Anna desperately struggled to recollect memories of Jean. With closed eyes, her mind aimlessly wandered through her past, desperately grasping for any trace of Jean's presence, yet it yielded nothing. A wave of sickness washed over her, her heart heavy with a melancholic ache, and she yielded to unconsciousness.****Anna slowly opened her eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Gilbert sit peacefully beside her in the bed, waiting for her to wake up. Concern etched on his face, he reached out to her and gently asked,"My darling, are you alright?""Jean, my lord," she replied in a hushed voice. "Who is he?"Anna, still feeling a sense of unease, handed Gilbert the crumpled letter she had found earlier. As Gilbert scanned its contents, his brow furrowed."So you read this letter?" he questi
In the suffocating depths of the dungeon, Anna's soul burned with an unquenchable fire. Tied to the icy stone wall, she endured agonizing captivity. Hungry and thirsty, all she could think about was Jean. His beautiful emerald eyes brought her comfort in the midst of despair. Even in the worst situations, Anna held onto the memory of Jean as her lifeline in the storm of loneliness.Days became a blur for Anna, each moment echoing in the empty dungeon.Suddenly, the loud clatter of keys on iron grated on her ears, pulling her out of her deep despair. Gilbert walked into the cell, his silhouette highlighted by the flickering torchlight, his expression determined. The sight of him gave Anna chills, yet a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes."Hey Anna," he started, his mighty voice echoing through the chilling, sending shivers down her spine. "I've come to find you," he continued, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, hard floor. "Hey, have you finally realized the consequen
Anna found herself alone once again. The icy restraints gripping her wrists offered some comfort in the gloomy dungeon. With a chilling finality, the stone door closed, plunging her into an endless darkness and loneliness. Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart."My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.In the deep dungeon abyss, Anna's life faded. Every breath became a battle, a desperate plea for life. Her once healthy body, is now fragile, tormented by starvation and dehydration. The cold touch of death drew nearer, tempting her to surrender. Yet, on the edge of oblivion, Anna held onto her love for Jean."I wanted to have m
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him