Chapter Eight

Kazia

I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, my consciousness gradually taking hold. As I blinked my eyes open, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I squinted my eyes gently, trying to gather myself and that was when it hit me.

The memories of last night. How I was sexually assaulted by the man who calls himself my owner; Murad.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories of how he had forcefully had his way with me without caring about the fact that I was inexperienced and in the process, caused me nothing but immense pain and torment.

I was busy reeling in my sadness and frustration, trying to force myself to erase the memories from last night until I was abruptly interrupted by a soft knocking on the door.

"Lady Kazia," a voice called from outside. "It's time to wake up," the voice announced.

I groaned angrily, the remnants of exhaustion still clinging to my body and making me weak. I had barely slept the night befor