Frozen heart

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8 years later....

(this goes back in time to the first few moths in her third masters home sorry for the confusion)

Danielle had believed Max and was used sexually and worked by three different masters. She was traded to her third and current master 4 years ago as a prostitute to bring in a bigger income for him. That was what she had been doing since she was 15. The first few months had been hell for her yes she had been used occasionally by her other two masters and she had cried herself to sleep every night after. But it was nothing like this she had never ever thought she could possible have been used every day by men multiple times. It killed her and her heart she had always thought she would fall in love and be treated like a princess by her prince but that's just not how men were. Every night for the first couple of months in this new place she would cry instead of sleep probably keeping all of the woman in the cabin awake but they never said anything probably because they were feeling the same way as she was. One night as Danielle lay in bed crying something crept over her mind why was she crying? What did she think would happen in her life? Did she really believe in true love? Was her father actually a good man? Of course he wasn't he gave her up as a slave as soon as he owed money to someone he didn't even question it he didn't even say good-bye. It was that night that the crying stopped her tears hardened on her cheeks and her heart went ice cold she turned off all feelings except for the hate she let that grow. Now no one would ever and I mean ever make her feel something she would never love anyone or anything again she just engaged the hate for a frozen heart never thaws. And hers wouldn't shed make sure of that because men weren't lovable she hated them

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