Blood Red Rose Read online Fawn Bailey (Rose and Thorn #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Rose and Thorn Series by Fawn Bailey
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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The worst part was, he had told me it was only the beginning of my training. I didn’t even want to imagine the rest of what he wanted to do to me.

Once I got out of the shower, it was light outside. I got dressed in the leggings from my closet, refusing to get dolled up for my captor. They were dark gray, and I paired them with a simple baby pink tank top.

Someone must have been monitoring the cameras, because there was already a breakfast trolley in my room. It made me feel like they were invading my privacy and I hated it.

I lifted the cloches on the plates and stared at the perfectly arranged Eggs Benedict, the freshly squeezed orange juice and the coffee with plenty of milk, just the way I liked it. How did they know that? I hadn’t told anyone… But I remembered the first time I got breakfast. They had brought black coffee with milk in a separate jug and sugar cubes on a plate. I glanced up at the cameras again. Somebody was definitely watching me. Was it the man who had raped my mouth? I had no way of knowing, but I knew he was the true enemy. So obsessed with everything I did, he kept tabs on me even in the privacy of my room.

After I was finished with breakfast, I did some stretching. It was the first time I’d done that since I’d been taken. But the desire to get the hell out of there was stronger than ever, and I knew I’d have to keep my strength up and keep my body ready if I wanted to go back to my career once I got out of there. There were no more what-ifs. There was only when. When I would get out of there. When I got my life back. When I would make them all pay for what they’d done to me.

I decided I needed to get a better look around the house once I was done with my meal. I would discover where it was, how far to the first neighbor. I needed to be prepared for my escape.

My door was unlocked, and the knob turned easily, which surprised me. I had been told I was free to roam the grounds, but I’d been too beaten up to do it before. Now was the perfect time to do some recon though, and I left the privacy of my room for the growing chatter of the hall as I approached the living area.

There were girls up already, even though it seemed to be early. A few less than last time. This time, they gave me curious looks as I entered the area where a cozy fire was burning, and bookshelves were stacked with reading materials. I stared back, unsure what else I was supposed to do. Were we supposed to talk to one another? Were we even allowed to do that?

I decided to stay on the safe side. I needed to be on my best behavior if I had any hope of convincing my kidnappers I was starting to accept my fate. Of course, I would keep the pretense up until I got my chance to run. I wasn’t going to look out for the rest of the girls. It was my chance to survive, my chance to get away.

They all seemed content with being prisoners, anyway. Most of them were dolled up, eyeing the guards that I’d shied away from like they wanted something from them. It made me sick to my stomach, and I averted my eyes when one of the men looked at me, his eyes drinking me in hungrily. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. Was he allowed to hurt me, or was that only one man’s job? I knew I would soon find out.

I ignored the girls side-eyeing me and decided to sit in the bay window, so I could stare outside at the beach. But when I approached it, I saw another girl was already sitting in the window, her legs pulled up against her chest. She was so tiny I barely noticed her from the other side of the room. She was also completely naked.

Something told me to approach her, and I sat on the opposite side of the bay window she occupied. She stared straight ahead, seemingly not even noticing me joining her. The girl was painfully thin, bones protruding through paper-thin skin, and her eyes were glazed over, with large blue circles underneath them. She was beautiful. Her eyes spoke of the pain she’d been through, and she must have been a couple of years older than me. She had raven hair, beautiful light brown eyes and porcelain skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“I see you’ve woken up.”


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