Page 22 of Bound in Sacrifice

Taking in my surroundings again, I think about how I might feel if my circumstances were different. If I were here willingly. I don’t care what The Beast said, I didn’t have a choice. I would never have allowed my father’s life to be taken when I could offer my own. Regardless of the reason I came to be at Le Château, I will never feel as though I belong. With its gorgeous, intricate details and lavish furnishings, it’s everything I’m not.

But when I think about my home, my job, I never felt like I fit in there either. I get along with people, mostly, but I don’t have anyone in my life that I would really call a friend.

Will I ever feel like I belong anywhere?

My thoughts are interrupted by a light knock on the doorframe. I look up and see Paige, waiting for me to invite her in.

“Hi,” I say to her with a relieved smile. “You can come in. I’m so sorry if I got you into any trouble earlier.”

“Oh, everything is fine, don’t worry. Come on into the closet and I’ll go over what’s going to happen next.”

I immediately begin to feel nervous again.

“Master B said he laid your clothes out...ah, there they are!”

She walks around the set of drawers in the middle of the closet and picks up what appears to be scraps of fabric.

“Go ahead and put these on.” She hands them to me.

I turn from her and attempt to keep the towel from falling off me as I place the clothing down, trying to make sense out of it.

“Rosabelle, don’t be so shy.”

“Hmm?” I turn around and shoot her a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“We’re both girls, you can drop the towel so it's easier for you to get dressed.”

“Oh.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, dropping the towel. Paige doesn’t say anything and just before I force my eyes open, I hear her stand up and walk behind me. She places her hands on my shoulders and speaks again.

“You can open your eyes, Rosabelle. Relax, you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before.”

She nudges me toward the full-length mirror, forcing me to look at myself. My body flushes with embarrassment.

“You have a gorgeous body, and you’re very sexy when you blush.”

Her words shock me and I raise my eyes to hers through the reflection of the mirror.

“But you shouldn’t be shy, the female body is a work of art to be appreciated, Rosabelle. To be worshipped. Trust me when I tell you, that Master B is going to worship thefuckout of you.”

Once again, my body is flooded with bashfulness.

Or is it lust?

“Oh, but not with that bush. Did Master B not tell you that he wanted you shaved?”

“He told me to shave thoroughly. I didn’t realize that’s what he meant.”

“Hmm,” Paige says, making me nervous again.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she starts, “I guess I’m surprised that he didn’t do it for you, that’s all.”

She shoots me a sly smile. I don’t even know what to say about that, so I don’t say anything. I can barely imagine the thought of shaving down there, let alone having someone do it for me.

“Let’s go,” she says, pointing to the bathroom. “Back to the tub.”

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