This chapter has my heart ♥️

I showered and hoped I didn't wake him. I'd like for him to be able to sleep. I had a feeling he stopped trying though.

I went through the giant closet with an unreasonable amount of clothing and found a pretty silk robe.

I did the towel wrap on head thing and put it on and it was nice and quite soft.



I felt expensive. A feeling I've never felt until recently.

I went to the bathroom and saw a large shadow. I took off my slipper and threw it.

"Ow." Killian mumbled and I took a breath.

"You can't scare me like that!" I whispered loudly.

"Noted." He grumbled.

I walked in and hung up my towel. I went to the counter and he came behind me grabbing the leave in conditioner and spreading it in his hands before lathering it on my ends while putting the excess on my roots. He brushed my hair through and we stood in silence until he finished and pulled be back onto his chests and put his arm around my shoulders holding me there.

"You look lovely in the robe." He whispered and I looked at him through the mirror.

"You have expensive taste. The clothes make me feel rich." I smiled.

"Oh baby you are rich. Wait till you get your first paycheck. You'll be able to buy a house and furnish it yourself if you wanted to. However you are binded to me by your beautiful signature." He smirked and I nodded.

"Took prisoner." I mumbled and he reached down grabbing my wrists and putting his large hands around them.

"Willingly." He chuckled.

"The deal was too good." I shrugged.

"Mmhm." He hummed by my ear and I sighed leaning back against him.

He stood up and leaned against the wall while I was leaning on him and his arms were by his sides. He looked at my body through the mirror and I closed my eyes relaxing.

"You are very beautiful and I can't lie about that." He said and I opened my eyes looking at his face.

"Thank you." I smiled relaxing my eyes back shut.

I felt the back of his hands go up my fabric covered arms and caress my neck.

"Your skin is soft too. Even the scars." He whispered.

"Mmhm." I hummed and his hands touched my collar bones.

"Look." He whispered and I opened my eyes seeing his hand touch my throat lightly and I nearly choked on my saliva.

"I'm curious. Do you find yourself as appealing as everyone else?" He asked and his hand didn't leave its place. It was like his hand was made to fit there.

"Yes." I said confidently and he smiled.

"That's good. I'd still willingly remind you everyday." He shrugged, his other hand gently going up the side of my body feeling my figure. He paused when he felt my indented side but I didn't react.

He never reacted to things how I expected and I didn't expect this to be any different.

He placed his hand on it feeling how far into my stomach it reached.

"Wow." He smiled gently and I watched his face with no expression.

"What?" I asked.

"That feels really cool." He smiled.

"Not my best moment." I chuckled and his hand tightened on my throat as his other traveled up. I took a deep breath and he felt my ribs.

Between each rib there was a scar. My skeleton traced out. Now that wasn't my best moment.

I felt by heart beat quicker.

"It's alright babygirl breath." He whispered to me and I did as he said.

"Good job love." He nodded and felt those scars.

"Would you feel better if I showed you some of mine?" He asked and I nodded.

I leaned off of him and he turned around showing me his tattooed back. I've never paid close attention or had the opportunity to see his back.

"Feel the tattoos." He said and I did. Bulges and welts of rough skin stuck out and I felt him tense.

"You don't like them do you?" I asked gently.

"Not exactly. I've come to accept they are on my body forever though. Here's another." He said turning to face me and he pulled down his sweats a bit showing more of his V-line where a branding scar stood.

"I have one too. Not that one." I mumbled putting my hand out but realized it was close to his pelvis so I stopped.

"You can touch it." He mumbled and I put my fingers on it.

"Is it a company branding?" I asked.

"Human trafficking branding. Bought when I was five to the Creed family. My parents hated children being sold. I have no memory of before being bought but I've had these scars since. Not remembering where they are from doesn't make it the most comforting thing to be seen on my body so I got them covered with tattoos when I was 17." He nodded.

"Come with me. Sit on my bed and stay there." I said and he nodded.

I went to the closet and put on small shorts and a bra.

I walked out and he looked at my body. I felt a wave of insecurity hit me and became nervous.

"Come here Lore." He whispered and I stood between his legs.

"Feel and ask as you wish." I said and he touched my abdomen softly.

He began with the rib one and felt the thick lines that fell between my ribs.

"This one?" He wondered.

"16 years old. Third kidnapper. Tried to remove my skin to show the body parts he loved on me. My ribs was one of them. Didn't get far enough because I drilled him in the urethra before killing him." I nodded.

"Damn." He mumbled looking at it.

"He deserved it." He smiled sadly at me.

"Where is the branding?" He asked.

"Weird spot." I laughed and turned around lifting the shorts up on my ass.

"Right under the cheek?" He asked.

"My fathers name in small print. Can you read it?" I asked.

"Jeremy George Vile. White sounding." He said and I laughed.

"I'm glad it's small and discreet." I smiled.

"What's the big indent?" He asked and spun me around touching the one that wrapped around my body.

"Mmm, 14, first kidnapping, gangbang, whipped with a towel in the same spot 234 times?" I recalled.

"Fucking god. 14?" He asked.

"14 with 4 men and 3 women." I said and nodded.

"Tell me if this is to far but do you mind me asking when you lost your virginity? Unwilling wise." He asked and I felt ashamed at my answer.

"8." And I remember it like it was yesterday.

"To my son of a bitch father." I said trying not to remember it.

"Have you ever been impregnated? Sorry for my prying. My mom went through an unprotected rape and had an abortion at 20." He said and I shook my head.

"I can't have children. When I was 14 before I was taken for the first time my father had a surgery done. No idea what happened but I'm an infertile. No matter how many times a person comes in me I can't have children." I nodded.

Not the saddest part. I'm grateful. For how many times I've been fucked raw I'd have thousands of babies or abortions. That sounds unbearable.

"I'm very sorry." He whispered.

"No. Don't be. One day I will have an amazing experience. Sadly bad things happened that corrupted my life and mind and body. It's not something I can fix or help. I've never gotten help. You've been the closest to it." I whispered and he looked up at me.

He stood and I put my arms around his waist as he hugged me.

"You are a strong person Lorena. I'm glad you still walk this earth. So much experience for someone only 23." He said and I laughed.

"You've got a good amount yourself even if it's different for a 26 year old." I smiled.

"I feel like donating more. Human trafficking preventions exist right?" He asked.

"Probably. You donate and I'll kiss you." I laughed.

"Legit? Like on the mouth?" He asked.

"I promise." I laughed.

"I'm donating right now." He let go of me and ran somewhere.

I laughed and walked out to the poach feeling the air on my stomach and it was really nice.

I felt relieved someone knew something about my personal life. It was really nice to have someone care enough.

I suddenly was grabbed by my waist and spun around with one hand sitting on my hip and the other on the side of my face with lips pressed to mine.

I smiled and pulled away looking up.

"Found a donation place?" I laughed.

"Www.hopeforjistice.org. $3 million." He smiled out of breath.

"Stairs?" I asked.

"Yep." He laughed and put both of his hands on either side of my face.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked smiling at me sweetly.

"Yes." I laughed and he pressed his lips to mine softly, he gently swiped his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth for his access and he kissed me gently caressing my tongue with his before sucking my bottom lip and pulling away.

"I'll donate anything for that." He smiled and I stepped forward putting my head on his chest.

"Let's go to bed gorgeous."