CHAPTER 6 Everything Has Changed

In the end, I didn't even get to see his face. He was wearing a black mask and just when he was about to take it off, I woke up.

Those blue eyes, those graceful fingers, and the black mask.

A sharp pain shot through my brain and then my head started to ache like never before. I quickly closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply as I waited for the pain to subside. When I opened my eyes again, a plain white ceiling greeted me.

Where am I? Why does my body feel so heavy like this? Am I sick?

Memories from before flooded into my mind in unstoppable waves. I saw everything replay itself in front of my eyes again. It all happened so fast like my mind was forcing me to remember all the events from before.

That's right. I was sold at an underground auction and that man in the black mask bought me. They called him a prince and then someone injected something in my arm. I fell asleep and then, I woke up here.

Where is this place?

Suddenly, I started to panic about my unfamiliar surroundings. The room that I was in was small, but it was a bedroom that was bigger than the one I shared with the other girls at the orphanage. I was lying on a single bed and apart from the bed, there was a wardrobe, a table and two chairs. There were two doors. One probably served as the exit to the room while the other probably led to a bathroom.

I gasped in shock as my hand flew to cover my mouth when I recalled the dream that I just had. Why did I dream of him? Why did I see him touching me like that?

Just remembering it made my body remember his touch. Although it was just a dream, it appeared so real. I could still feel his caresses on my body. My face burned as the sensation from his impassioned touches filled my mind and made my body tingle. The dream was so real and so were the lingering reactions that my body had to him and what he did to me.

"Ahh…" I let out a soft moan.

I knew it. My pussy is so wet…

My lower abdomen started throbbing, reminding me of the pleasuring ache that I felt in my belly and in between my legs when he touched me there. I removed my hand from between my legs to see my wet juices on my fingers. Did I get this wet just from dreaming of him?

The shocking experience of being sold and that brief encounter that I had with the masked man that purchased me must have haunted me so much for me to dream about him. I've had dreams like this before, but this was the first time that the man seemed to have an identity.

I must be going crazy.

Quickly, I stood up from the bed and headed towards the door. My worst fear was confirmed when my hand turned the handle just to find that it was locked from the outside. The handle wouldn't turn, and the door wouldn't open no matter how many times I pulled or pushed against it. Panic gripped me for real this time when I quickly realized that I had been locked in.

Help me…please…

"Hello! Is anyone out there?" I called out loudly.

Silence. No one replied to me, and I couldn't hear anyone or anything moving outside. My fear started to set in, and my body started to shiver. My entire face went numb as I raised my hand and began pounding on the wooden door.

"Can someone please help open the door? Hello!!!" I yelled again, louder this time.

My hand pounded against the door as my other hand tried desperately to turn the handle. None of it seemed useful. The door didn't open, and help wasn't coming from the outside. There was a window on the opposite wall. I ran to it before pulling the curtains to the side. The view outside told me that I was high up in a building. There's no way that I can escape out of this window. It must be the third or fourth floor up and the garden below was filled with red rose bushes and vines that I believed had thorns.

Where am I? My head hurts and my thoughts felt like they were all jumbled together in a big mess. I need to get out of here. I need to get back to the orphanage. I'm sure that everyone is worried about me right about now. Since blacking out, I lost all sense of time, but something told me that around a day must have passed by already since I was out…if not more.

Regardless, I need to get out of here as fast as possible and then I need to figure out a way to get back to the orphanage. If this place is somewhere in the city, then I can probably get back after a few hours' drive via the public bus. Quickly, I realized that not having any money on me was a problem. I guess I'll just have to figure that out later.

One step at a time, Mila. You can do this. First things first, I need to find a way to get the door to this room to open!

When I left the orphanage, I never dreamt that I would end up in an unknown and strange place like this. Please, please let me make it back. I prayed silently in my head while I continued crying for help. My fists continued beating on the door as I tried my best to ignore the pain that I felt in my hands.

How did I end up here? This can't be happening to me!

Although I was at around the right age when girls from the orphanage are sent off to take up employment in the city, my case came up quite suddenly. I didn't mind it, though, because I was happy to be of use to the orphanage. The thought of working excited me and the thought of being able to send money back to help the other younger girls at the orphanage naturally felt like the right thing to do. However, with everything that had taken place, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of that incident that I witnessed…