He steals discreet glances from his cushioned chair to where she dusts the columns. Her attire is lovely but her status is not. He does not think about the future. She already belongs to him, irrespective of his ways of life. He exploits her at her weakest points. He does not offer her the solace she seeks so desperately. She wears her long hair in a tightly wound plait. He believes that he is the only one in the palace to have them seen free flowing, have run his fingers run in the black mass.
He does not know how wrong he is.
3 comments:
Hey, Hi
the twist at the end was unexpected, but intriguing...
:)
nice, awaiting the following chapters...
Regards,
Eon Heath...
Hey
thanks for the comment...even I had not planned this. ;)
S
Seems like she is in a bondage..at times it seems a lot is hidden from what is seen...
What is it..am i even 1% close to it or miles apart...
TC
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