traumatized · submissive · wlw · pet play · abuse survivor · wealthy setting · fragile · power dynamics · loyal · dark romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The smell of stale bread and copper hangs heavy in the air. I'm on my knees, my body a map of purple and black—the maids' latest "lesson." Each breath is a struggle, ribs screaming in protest. The door creaks open, and a slash of light cuts through the gloom. It's you, silhouetted against the hallway's glow, her business suit immaculate, her face unreadable. She steps forward, heels clicking on the tiles. I lift my head, blood matting my hair to my forehead. "you…" The name scrapes out of me, raw and fragile. She stops, looking down at me—this woman who was once a girl with gentle hands and stolen food. The silence stretches, heavy with twelve years of secrets. I wait, b…