"Why not? Don’t tell me you enjoy the hellhole of a house we are living in right now. Don’t you want to leave and go back to your family?" Anastasia questions, her anger surging through her body and threatening to slip through her fingers.


    That was what Angelina had told her. And now Elizabeth...


    For the past week, Elizabeth had narrated all she knew about Anastasia and her celebrity life. And she didn’t forget to inform her how her rtionship with Michelle had been for the past few years. Starting from when she changed her identity to Selene Jones, to getting all of her properties from the Harrison family.


    Everything felt like a boulder ced on Anastasia’s head which she needed to memorize, hoping they would finally be able to help her regain her memories. But her shoulders always sank in disappointment.


    For the past week, Samantha has been making them do all sorts of things. If not how to work a dildo, then it would be how to touch themselves in ways that would please their masters/their buyers whichpletely irritated Anastasia. And it’s been a week since she’dst seen Xander, her supposed husband’s twin brother and <i>brother-inw. </i>


    "Believe me when I say you can’t escape from here. The security is tight. Stepping out from this house alone is difficult," Elizabeth tried to change Anastasia’s mind but thetter wasn’t buying it.


    They were currently in a salon designed for them. They were to learn how to make their hair and style it to look as pretty as possible so they would be able to satisfy their masters.


    Anastasia stared at her reflection in the mirror, then her gaze settled on the little bandage on her head.


    "Who is nning on escaping?" One of the girls asked, his tone hushed as she red up at Anastasia who could see her through the vanity mirror. "You’re nning on escaping? If I were you, I wouldn’t even think about doing that."


    "Do you want toe with me?" Anastasia asked, catching the girl off guard. "We can escape together."


    "Escaping from here means death, and I don’t n to die." The girl waved her hands in front of her with a gesture of refusing the idea.


    "If you stay here, you’re still going to die anyway," Anastasia said, deadpan.


    The girl didn’t give any scared reaction. Instead, her eyes were focused on the ceiling, as if having a wild daydream.


    "That’s not true at all. We’re going to be sold soon and then all of our problems wille to an end. As long as I can get a charming master who would buy me and treat me right. I don’t even mind if I’m a mistress in his home," the girl responded.


    Anastasia was speechless.


    "I don’t mind that either," the other girls responded and something finally dawned on Anastasia.


    The girls were willing to adjust to whatever kind of lifestyle they met with when they were finally sold. They were too rxed for her liking which hit a sensitive nerve in her body that tempted her to smack them back to their senses because it was obvious they weren’t thinking right.


    Anastasia decided to drop the topic of escaping since the people she was sharing her ns with had onepletely different from hers.


    Anastasia faced her vanity mirror, bringing her hair straightener, and ced it on her hair to straighten the locks.


    ’For a human trafficking ring that can’t even provide healthy clean food for us, they sure can afford to buy an expensive-looking straightener,’ she thought to herself.


    Anastasia ced the straightener down, took some of her locks, and dressed her hair into a bun while some of her strands stubbornly fell on her face. Her lips were red and juicy as she stared at herself through the vanity mirror, her blue eyes staring back at her.


    ’Xavier Wace.’ That name echoed in her mind. ’Xavier Wace.’


    An image simr to Xander’s face appeared in her mind. Her hands clenched together as she forced herself to recall anything useful.


    The room suddenly went silent, all the images from her disappeared and she was the only one there.


    Those blurry memories flew around her, attacking her with strange voices she had never heard before. But one thing was sure, these were the voices of people she knew.


    Anastasia came back to her senses when she suddenly heard a sound that nearly deafened her.


    She looked down at the hand that was nted on her drawer, a wave of goosebumps traveling through her body in disgust when she saw the ck dirt on the nails.


    Then she looked up at the girl who had just mmed her fist on her drawer.


    Anastasia’s blue eyes met with the girl’s empty ck ones. It was so ck it felt like she was looking into a ck hole that would swallow her up soon if she didn’t move away from it. The girl’s eyes were the most empty Anastasia had ever seen.


    "You’re too loud. Keep it down!!" The girl said without a single emotionced in her tone.