β Scribed by Bella Jewel
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
We're thirteen girls, captive to a man we rarely see. Obedience will become all we know. It is the only emotion we're permitted to feel. When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to, because HE teaches us too. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know. We've haven't seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it. Then came the day he saved my life, and I saw him for the first time. He released something inside of me. He showed me who he truly is. Now I want him. I'll go against Everything I know to be with him. A monster. My monster. Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won't stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside. I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story.
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