His Heaven, Her Hell

My life was not my own.
Since the moment I finally decided to open my heart and legs for a man, I became a possession. A trophy of some sort.
Locked away in a castle away from the world, I had nowhere to escape to but the recesses of my mind.
I was fed up but could do nothing without any money and nowhere to go.
But I had to find a way, or I feared death would be the only alternative.

The moment I saw the pain in her eyes, I knew I had to free her from her inner turmoil.
She looked helpless and clearly in distress. Her imminent beauty shone, but her eyes held a heavy dose of sadness. I shouldn’t have cared. Probably should have walked away, but the protector in me couldn’t let this be the end for her. . . even though she was unavailable and forbidden.