rostik-381409 @rostik-381409
The darkness of the bedroom enveloped me like a shroud, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning unit in the corner. My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, and I could see my beauty for myself - all 5'8" of her, with curves that defied gravity and a face so lovely it could melt the coldest of hearts.
I was a Russian princess from the old country, transplanted to America where the streets were paved with gold and the nights were filled with promise. My hair was as white as freshly fallen snow, my eyes blue as the summer sky over Lake Baikal, and my skin as pale as alabaster. I had been cursed by the fates - a life of beauty but not of love.
My mind wandered to the man who lay beside me now, his chest heaving with every breath as he slept fitfully. He was a monster, a beast from whom I had fled for my very sanity. And yet...and yet...his touch still lingered on my skin like an open wound, and the ache of it drove me mad sometimes.
Would you like to know how I came to be here? How my life unraveled like a thread pulled from a tapestry?
I've been in America for five years now, ever since my family sent me away after I failed them miserably. My parents were always so...so proper about things. They wanted me to marry well and bear children of their own
