"Of course, I know about menstruation. Do you think me a kid or something?" Carl said that to Flora and Claude, who were talking to him in the study. "I am fourteen. I have the bare minimum of sexual education" "I am stunned" murmured Claude "Apparently, I was worried for nothing" "Gosh, what were you thinking about me?" "You are lucky. I didn't know about menstruation till I get one" replied Flora "Your childhood is a tragedy!" said Claude "My dear I am sorry I was so late." "Please don't say such a thing, sir!" Flora patted Claude's shoulder in gratitude "You are here now. That's the important" Flora turned back to Carl and added: "Long story short: Charlotte had her first period, this morning" Carl opened his mouth, surprised, and asked: "Isn't she too young for this?" "No, she is not" "She is a... woman, now?" "Yep" "Oh...How... How should I deal with this?" "Normally. But be very kind. She may get overwhelmed easily. Plus, her period is painful. The doctor said noth
Flora woke up in the dead of the night, shivering. She saw a nightmare of Claude killing the kids and then taking her by force to an old tower. There, he raped her and impregnated her by force. The nightmare was so horrible that Flora cried silently as she heard the big watch of the house ringing, announcing midnight. In the middle of the night, it was silent and terrifying. The cold big manor looked as dark as never. Yet, the fear the nightmare caused Flora was too much, that she went to the kids' rooms to check on them. First, she visited Carl's room. And she didn't find him. Flora lost her head and hurried to Charlotte's room. There, she sighed in relief seeing the two kids sleeping soundly. Apparently, Carl preferred staying close to Charlotte that night. He slept kneeling by her bed. Flora smiled and covered the sleeping Carl. Then, she got out of the room and locked the door with a key. Even if Claude got crazy as in the nightmare. He won't be able to reach the kids. Flora was
Flora stood in the big room still and astonished. No one was there, yet the crying sound was clear. Someone was crying for sure. She couldn't deny it! Flora walked into the room, trying to find the source of the sound, till her ear led her to the praying corner. Flora knelt by the books shelf and listened carefully to what came from it. The hypersensitive ear Flora never betrayed her. The crying sound was coming from behind the bookshelf. Flora opened the secret passage that she discovered days ago, then her blood ran cold. The crying sound has become so clear. And it was not crying but growling and moaning. And it was too high to deny and too familiar to ignore: "That's the voice of Claude !" Without thinking twice, Flora came into the dark passage. She was afraid as much as disturbed but she felt responsible for Claude's well-being. She has to find him and help him if he needs help. If she can't help him, she can at least hold him tight till the pain passes so he won't feel alon
"The monster tried to protect you. Yet, here you are digging your own grave" A strong smell of Vodka and alcohol came from Claude's clothes. His eyes had no hint of sanity or reason. It was clear: Flora was dying with death. "Not yet." whispered to herself "Not without a fight." Flora shut the door close as fast as she could and locked it with the key. While the monster Claude tried to break in, she was looking for a way out. The only window was this of the sailing. And it was five meters high or more: "F*ck it must be an escape door or something!" Claude was hitting the door as a beast to break it open. He made horrible sounds in the process that Flora didn't care about. She had to find an escape! It was a matter of life or death! Finally, she found a ventilation duct. She took the scissors she found on the table and started unscrewing the air passage. But Claude was way stronger. He broke the door open in two minutes or less. And Flora's heart stopped beating. She recalled
"How should I punish your bad behavior?"Claude crossed his arms and smirked. Flora was still gasping for air. "Do you have a suggestion?"Instead of being an intelligent girl and trying to communicate with the Beast, Flora tried to run again as soon as she caught her breath back.The Beast giggled like a madman and then purchased her again like a psycho hunter. He caught her first by the hair. Then he took her arm instead after hearing her high-pitched scream. "I warned you of running away. Didn't I?"His voice was inflamed, husky, and diabolical.Flora knew she f*cked it up entirely.The Beast pulled Flora to a far room in the department. No matter how much she begged or apologized, he was determined. Flora didn't think it might get worse till she saw the room he led her to. A sob came out of her throat spontaneously. It was music to his ear. But her flopping was a nuisance so he slapped her to calm it.Flora fell to the ground crying. She can't believe Claude is doing this to he
"AHHHHH!” Flora cried from the bottom of her heart as his two fingers touched her throat’s back. Her gag reflex was getting irritated, on and on, again and again. And it looked as if he was irritating it on purpose and with professional moves. If his fingers were inside her lady parts, she would be losing her mind by now. Flora fought the desire to throw it out. But finally lost. After five minutes of torture, she throws on his hand and her clothes. She did it while crying in humiliation. The Beast smirked as he reached his goal. He took some paper tissue and water to clean Flora’s face. Then ordered her to strip, which she had to do given the dirt on her clothes. Flora was only wearing some long panties and a little top when she was done. The Beast allowed her to clean herself with a jar of water. Then he gave her clean water to drink. She was too delirious to do any of that by herself. He helped her with infinite gentleness. And through it, Flora knew, her Claude is somewhere the
Another kiss was needed to calm Flora down. Her bladder was far from full. And she had the impression she may explode at any moment. He comforted her by saying: "You need it to be full. Trust me" "Don't humiliate me more. I beg you..." "I won't. You are holy. You are not meant to be humiliated." Still, she continued struggling. Her struggle was faint and weak, yet it was quite bothersome for him. To feel pleasure to the core, she should first be ready and calm. She should accept it and be sure she has no escape from it. So he took a generous sip of vodka and gave it to her mouth by mouth. Another kiss was given to her, a long soft wet kiss. It was the first she didn't resist and the last she won't engage in. He pulled her by force to the cross and parted her hands. He took some ropes to bondage her hands apart. Then he chained her neck and chest with golden chains. Finally, he fixed her feet. A white wooden cross, golden chains, white ropes, and a beautiful dark-haired maide
In the forbidden departement, Flora discovered the black scret of Claude: He was making her portraits. Some dark, disturbing ones. Flora understood that Claude is obssessed with her, just as Jack. He is a monster too. To push the horror further, She got caught by the drunk Claude. No matter how much she resisted and tried to run, he managed to make her fail. He tortured her, chained her on a cross and went on painting her. Flora discovered that Claude, the moon of her life, has a dark side. He has a dark past she knew nothing about. The next day Claude woke up, and discovered Flora is nowhere to be seen.