Skyla stared at the woman with the same coloured hair as she did but old enough to be her mother. The fear embossed in her emerald eyes was something Skyla could relate to. Her clothes were torn from places and her face was strewn with so many bruises.
Who was this woman?
Why was she in such a dilapidated condition?
How long was she here?
Was this how he planned on keeping her as well?
So many questions took root in her jumbled brain.
Skyla sucked in a breath that hurt her insides, how could this man be so evil to keep someone like that.
Doran offered her no explanation though. He jerked her head to face him.
"So get yourself comfortable because you are not going anywhere, this is where you will live from now on." Leaning closer his thin lips began to ravage her in a kiss which made disgust rise like boiling water inside her, scaring and tormenting her.
