Chapter 6 Everything Has Changed

In the end, I didn't even get to see his face. He was wearing a black mask, and I woke up just when he was about to take it off.

Those blue eyes, those graceful fingers, and the black mask.

A sharp pain shot through my brain, and then my head started to ache like never before. I quickly closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply as I waited for the pain to subside. When I opened my eyes again, a plain white ceiling greeted me.

Where am I? Why does my body feel so heavy like this? Am I sick?

Memories from before flooded into my mind in unstoppable waves. I saw everything replay itself in front of my eyes again. It all happened so fast that my mind was forcing me to remember all the previous events.

That's right. I was sold at an underground auction, and that man in the black mask bought me. They called him a prince, and someone injected something into my arm. I fell asleep and then woke up here.

Where is this place?

Suddenly, I started to panic about my unfamiliar surroundings. My room was small, but it was a bedroom bigger than the one I shared with the other girls at the orphanage. I was lying on a single bed; apart from the bed, there was a wardrobe, table, and two chairs. There were two doors. One was the room's exit, while the other led to a bathroom.

I gasped in shock as my hand flew to cover my mouth when I recalled the dream that I just had. Why did I dream of him? Why did I see him touching me like that?

Just remembering it made my body remember his touch. Although it was just a dream, it appeared so natural. I could still feel his caresses on my body. My face burned as the sensation of his impassioned touches filled my mind and made my body tingle. The dream was so absolute, and so were the lingering reactions that my body had to him and what he did to me.

"Ahh..." I let out a soft moan.

I knew it. My pussy is so wet...

My lower abdomen started throbbing, reminding me of the pleasurable ache that I felt in my belly and in between my legs when he touched me there. I removed my hand from between my legs to see the wet juices on my fingers. Did I get this wet just from dreaming of him?

The shocking experience of being sold and that brief encounter that I had with the masked man who purchased me must have haunted me so much for me to dream about him. I've had dreams like this before, but this was the first time the man seemed to have an identity.

I must be going crazy.

Quickly, I stood up from the bed and headed towards the door. My worst fear was confirmed when my hand turned the handle to find it locked outside. The handle wouldn't turn, and the door wouldn't open, no matter how many times I pulled or pushed against it. Panic gripped me this time when I quickly realized I had been locked in.

Help me...please...

"Hello! Is anyone out there?" I called out loudly.

Silence. No one replied, and I couldn't hear anyone or anything moving outside. My fear started to set in, and my body started to shiver. My face went numb as I raised my hand and began pounding on the wooden door.

"Can someone please help open the door? Hello!!!" I yelled again, louder this time.

My hand pounded against the door as my other hand tried desperately to turn the handle. None of it seemed helpful. The door didn't open, and help wasn't coming from the outside. There was a window on the opposite wall. I ran to it before pulling the curtains to the side. The view outside told me that I was high up in a building. There's no way that I can escape out of this window. It must be the third or fourth floor up, and the garden below was filled with red rose bushes and vines that I believed had thorns.

Where am I? My head hurt, and my thoughts felt like they were all jumbled together in a big mess. I need to get out of here. I need to get back to the orphanage. I'm sure that everyone is worried about me right about now. Since blacking out, I lost all sense of time, but something told me that around a day must have passed since I was out...if not more.

Regardless, I need to get out of here as fast as possible and then figure out how to return to the orphanage. If this place is somewhere in the city, I can probably return after a few hours' drive via the public bus. Quickly, I realized that not having any money on me was a problem. I guess I'll have to figure that out later.

One step at a time, Mila. You can do this. First, I need to find a way to open the door to this room!

When I left the orphanage, I never dreamt of ending up in an unknown and strange place like this. Please let me get back to you. I prayed silently in my head while I continued crying for help. My fists continued beating on the door as I tried my best to ignore the pain that I felt in my hands.

How did I end up here? This can't be happening to me!

Although I was at around the right age when girls from the orphanage were sent off to take up employment in the city, my case came up quite suddenly. I didn't mind it, though, because I was happy to be of use to the orphanage. The thought of working excited me, and the idea of being able to send money back to help the other younger girls at the orphanage naturally felt like the right thing to do. However, with everything that had taken place, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of that incident that I witnessed...

--To be continued...