Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 283

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 283 – The Cursed Gift Of Lingerie.

Beatrice Dismay:

I was knocked out after I saw Maura run upstairs to enjoy her freedom. I couldn’t really feel anything at that moment because my body had gone numb. But now that I was waking up, I was beginning to feel all the pain at once.

“Ah!” A little moan escaped my lips in a form of pain when I began to regain consciousness again. The area around me was cold, and the hard surface was another piece of evidence I wasn’t in a comfortable bed, where I should have been after escaping one abduction.

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As I tried moving my limbs, I felt a heavy weight against my ankle and chains in my wrists.

Chains!

I shot my eyes open, and fear stuck to me. I was chained to a wall in libel’s basement.

“Oh shit! No! No!” I started panicking at the sight of the bloody walls and ground. The smell of rotten flesh and feces made me gag.

This had been Maura’s mother’s living hell, and now it was going to be mine. “Why?” I whispered in tears. “Why would you do this to me after what your mother faced?” I instantly broke down in tears once I realized I couldn’t even trust anyone. She led me here when I gave her my word to save her mother. I even gave her my pills without asking her twice.

‘Because that’s what you deserve: to abandon your dragon!’ Ace said.

‘Ace!’ I don’t know what it was, but at the moment when I heard her voice, I felt like I was not alone.

‘Oh yeah. Now that you are in trouble, you are happy I am here,’ she muttered in frustration.

“Ah! Look who woke up.” The door to the basement opened, and he already knew I had woken up. He walked downstairs with a small bag and placed it on the table, libel looked even more disgusting with that nasty smile on his lips. It wasn’t until he lowered his head and eyed his n*ake*d, hairy chest that I noticed he had unbuttoned his shirt.

“Does it excite you?” he grinned, making me gag visibly. “Oh, come on. girls love chest hair.’ “What do you want from me?” I asked in a broken voice, even when I wanted to sound less scared.

“Hm! Your body, your love, your loyalty,” he shrugged because even he knew it was revolting what he was asking from me.