The Luna's Yellow Dress

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You're my property. If any man does as much as stare at you, he dies." He echoe

guy my breasts. He saw my nipples and all

hfully, I fear

lter me from this part of his life. It is impossible however to not hear the whispers when his "business partners" visit, how they plan to deal

hs of confinement here and I feel suffocated having servants cater to my needs, polish my nails, choose

, sometimes entertaining the thoughts of jumping. Of course there'll be the temporary rush of fre

not

sure I don't get missing. Also, anytime I step out, he gives me the benefit of several feet before following behind. I sat on a tall stool in my room and was bird-watching from my window when the

sensed it was bullshit (with those large ethical eyes of hers). But what else has she got to do? In few minutes, I got my orde

lifted it, balanced it on my arm and casually just walked

ly. The guards were drinking beer. They made comments on my body as I walked by with a lowered head. "Do they screen these girls fo

reet and felt a wave

gly grey, pregnant with

others bodies, wiped the babies' noses on my skirt so they can breathe, handed them back to their mothers to clean and feed, and walked up the paddock to see if there were any more. I wasn't raised to

d along, in the slow way that limousines do. Of course, I paid it no serious attention until it halted, its back window glass slowly winding down to reveal Alpha Des

o eased

up following day with "a big announ

I had asked fr

sitting on a recliner by the corner, and t

mond? What

ut you being h

bed. "You agree

, there're one thousand and one girls out there in this little town but the alpha is choosing my girl t

a fated mate! I got fucking wor

e and you will go wash yourself ri

y want to be here on the farm, particularly today. Definitely a calf somewhere might be dying from cold. I must reheat i

test, I was sitting right before t

been tw

at can be felt but

th me from high up there, telling me she'll deal with father for giving out their daughter to a brute criminal alpha just to elevate his own social status. "I am doing this for our family," my dad had said. "Your generation is now royalty and your mot

ove along, I was practically the only pedestrian I could see. But I was determined to make the most of my freedom, turn this lemon into lemonades. When was the last time you walked barefooted on tar, Ce

oad, but I wasn't in a hurry to hide under

, though, it kept

uessed I'd be in trou

ticular maids ordered to give me pedicure. They've essentially turned my feet from something functional into something aesthetic. From something I should use for walking into something pretty and useless. I imagine they'll pedicure the hell out of

ralysis. But trust me, those

was going to be in trouble. Already, I suspected my lungs may be as weak as my feet. Of course, I used to stay out in the rain on the farm a lot, but right now I could catch a debilating cold that m

it is w

ace must've noticed my absence! I panicked. They must've sent someone out to fetch me! But a convoy from the

fall apart any moment. Gullible, gullible Celine, I'd thought to myself, naive you assuming the world outside is filled wit

ster out

when the bullet goes through the back of my head. I figure I shoul

steering wheels. He didn't look like a kidnapper, this one. He looked like a pervert. Like a late teenager fascinated with ass he couldn't help but follow

the passenger side of his waiting car while b

boy for trailing me around. One thing farming has done to me is toughen me up. I love conversations edging on argument. Very good for buil

he moment I was done with my shoes, cho

uld be, on the palm of my hands. I could pull his strings and use him to meet, say, my sexual needs.