Chapter 42

The curtains add an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise. Ysabella woke up in the morning and squinted her eyes. It was a beautiful scenery of a sunlight towards her room. When suddenly she realized she was in her room. She pulled out of her blanket and look at herself in the mirror. 'How did I get here?" she quizzed herself it was a crazy question to claim but as she remembered she was in a dreary place, she is not just hallucinating or making things up on her mind. She was wearing a white robe and notice she wasn't wearing anything inside of her. She feels naked and dirty, a tear smeared up on her face as she thinks a thought. Was she raped? But she didn't even feel anything happened to her that night and that voice, the voice that she heard was too familiar. It was like giving him a room in her heart. But as soon she pulled the tie of her robe and freely fell it on the floor, she gasped as she sees a red bruise, no it was not a bruise it was like