diana-irimie

    She stared at her reflection in the full length mirror, still unable to believe what she saw. Her dark red hair lay soft and smooth over her shoulders, gleaming like satin. The soft black cotton of her new gown paled out his skin perfectly while also complimenting the silver charm she still wore. She looked down at the onyx stone suspended around her neck, trapped as it was in its silver cage, as she carefully moved her hair back from it.    This wasn’t the life she’d been raised for, but it was certainly a life she now felt that she deserved. Her father had been a drunk who’d beaten her with the lash for even the smal