Miranda stared at reflection in the mirror in horror, her long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, her pale face had regained some colour and no longer looked like a piece of white parchment. Her eyes trailed down to the very skimpy white gown she was wearing. The back was completely bare showing off her dainty back, the thin material hugged her body emphasizing her round breasts and pointy nipples,the dress had no sleeves and her arms were on display. her small waist and round hips were visible as the dress clung to her figure like a second skin. The dress stopped mid thigh, showing her smooth long legs.
Miranda's face burned in pure shame, she wasn't even wearing any underwear under this dress. This shouldn't even be considered as a dress. Even the worn out chemise she wore under her gowns back in the village were more decent that whatever she wore right now.
It's been 5 days since they had gone to have dinner with the king and the lords and she had continued to sleep on the couch as Desmond no longer allowed her to go near his bed. The only thing he had allowed her to use was his bath. He had been going out early in the mornings and had been coming back late at night, sometimes even when she was already asleep. She was glad he had been leaving early in the morning, at least she wouldn't have to witness him, show off that huge thing he called a cock in between his legs.
The maids usually brought her food twice her a day, but not without leaving snark comments and calling her a lowly sewer rat. She didn't pay heed to their insults and just kept mute the entire time, she didn't want to annoy one of the vampires who might end up killing her as Desmond wasn't home to save her if she got herself in trouble. She had not forgotten about her escape plan, she just needed to study the castle and search for an escape route. she had been sneaking out of Desmond's room to survey Desmond's wing of the castle for an escape route but to her disappointment she had found only one exit which was surrounded by guards. Escaping through Desmond's window was impossible as she would be sighted by the guards before she could reach the ground, that is if she didn't fall to her death first.
Tonight she had been asleep when Desmond had woken her up and told her they had somewhere to be with a serious look on his face. He looked genuinely upset, an expression she had never seen on his face before. she was initially confused but that confusion had turned to suspection and fear
She had almost forgotten she was a slave because of how Desmond had not taken her blood or tried to touch her sexually.
He had given her this skimpy excuse of a dress before walking into the washroom to freshen up.
And now Miranda stood in this sorry excuse of a dress.
" I can't wear this outside" she groaned in panic, heck she didn't even want Desmond to see her in this abomination of a dress, if she wore something like this in her village she would be stoned to death as the priest of the local church would say she had been possessed by a succubus.
She went to seat on the long couch in nervousness, she was waiting for Desmond to come out from the wash room. Desmond eventually came out tying a black towel around his waist, water droplets clung to his strong and firm abs, sliding down his lean waist.
Miranda immediately stood up and appoached him immediately she saw him.
" Master Desmond, pl- please I can't wear something this indecent outside, pls can I wear something else?" She pleaded while bowing her head.
Desmond eyed the girl before him, the way the skimpy gown clung to her figure stirred up desire he had never felt for her before. The way her hard nipples peaked against the thin fabric made his cock jolt in arousal. She looked shy and he could see the healthy glow on her porcelain skin, her long legs and round hips were sexy as hell. He almost groaned out loud in frustration.
" You don't have a choice Miranda, I have been too lenient with you to the point that you had started sneaking out of this room. I know you are looking for a way to escape from me"
He walked closer to her, his height made her feel like a dwarf. lifting her chin with his fingers, he stared into her deep blue eyes.
" You completely belong to me Miranda, it doesn't matter if you like it or not. You were mine the minute I laid my eyes on you and tonight I'm going to show you how a slave should be treated by it's master " he spoke in a low voice, the words caressing her ears intimately.
He suddenly let go of her chin and walked towards his walk in closet leaving Miranda who's eyes widened in shock.
Miranda had never heard Desmond call her by her real name before, was he mad at her because she had been trying to escape? Miranda shivered in fear. What does he mean by saying he's going to show her how a slave should be treated by it's master? A chill ran down Miranda's spine. She had never seen Desmond look so serious before, he always had that laid back look on his face but tonight he looked terrifying, she no longer had the guts to persuade him for a change of clothes as she was scared he might snap her neck.
Desmond stepped out wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and black shoes instead of his usual all black outfit.
" Let's go" he commanded curtly, leaving no room for arguments.
Miranda stepped out of the room barefooted as usual, she closed the door and trailed behind Desmond who was a few steps ahead of her.
Her hands went around her chest to cover her breasts as the cold hallways only made her nipples turn harder against the thin fabric.
The servants and guards eyed what she was wearing and she could see some of them look at her with lust much to her mortification.
Her face burned In shame. She glared at the one who had put her in this situation while gritting her teeth in anger, she didn't know what Desmond was trying to do but she hoped she survived this night.