It had been a week, and not a day had passed without Dimitri finding new ways to make Adeline's life miserable.
It was for his pleasure and entertainment. But recently, he'd been fearing that she was begining to get ahead of him so much that nothing he did produced the sort of reaction he wanted from her.
He'd constantly brought the blondie, but even still, Adeline paid them no heed as if they didn't exist and this was frustrating him.
Tonight, Adeline was standing in front of the long mirror in her room, clad in a perfectly fitted red dress that outlined her lovely curves. It had a deep sweetheart neckline.
The side of the dress was slit all the way to her upper thigh, exposing a good amount of her skin.
Her arms were completely covered by the long arms of the dress, keeping her little cut wounds hidden.
The small cuts she had right above her nose was covered by a band-aid, but the one she used to have on her forehead was gone.
