Roseline Angelina Black.
I cradle my legs to my chest as the hues of yellow, orange and red invade the vast expense of the sky signifying dawn and the wake of another day with the better start. A cup of tea lays pensive next to my huddled frame, cold and abandoned, just like myself.
It's been three days since I was drugged by that man I thought as kind for offering me food when I almost fainted from hunger. Adonis rescued me, of course. Or I wouldn't be sitting here self pitying but rather in my grave with a bunch of white flowers on it. Okay , maybe that was a little dramatic but I know I wouldn't be fine if left to that rapist.
Yes, that guy was a rapist and a criminal. I, his eighth victim who was luckily rescued. Adonis was mad at me, no; Adonis was infuriated with a red face and t
