The next day when she wakes up the first thing she notices is a note next to a tall glass of orange juice and a plate of food. Sitting up, Rosaline grabs the note and reads it.

Dear Rose,

I had this breakfast made for you and I hope you like it.(I would make it myself, but I would burn down the house.) After you eat there will be a maid waiting for you to give you a massage and a shower. I chose your outfit, that I think would look so cute on your and I hope you like that too. When you're done with getting ready come downstairs and meet me in the music room.

Dylan

Sighing, she puts the note down and stares at the food. Right now she has two choices. She can either go back to sleep and pretend she never woke up, making Dylan wait or eat, get up and face the day. Reluctantly, she rubs the sleep out her eyes and grabs the plate looking down. On her plate is an omelet full of shrimp, cheese and peppers. Grabbing the fork next to the glass of orange juice she shovels food into her mouth, though not too fast as to not get sick. When she's done, Rosaline washes it all down with the orange juice, before slamming the cup down with a satisfied sigh. If she had on pants she would take them off, for she feels as if she's gonna bust.

"Ma'am." She jumps, surprised, and almost falls off the bed. "I'm sorry," the woman apologizes. "I didn't mean to scare you." Rosaline blushes and look down at the covers, wishing they could swallow her up. "No, it's fine, um are you taking me to my massage." The woman nods. "Yes, and after that we'll wash you and get you dressed, though quickly we don't want to keep Mr.Reed waiting." Hmm. Dylan Reed, she thinks. What's his middle name? She shrugs. She'll ask him later.

The woman opens her bedroom door and people begin to come into her room rolling in a massage chair and a cart full of oils. Once everything is situated they all leave except the woman that scared her and an old lady. Rosaline turns to the woman who let everyone in. "What's your name?" The woman looks confused, as if wondering why she even asked her name. "My name is Grace." Rosaline nods and turns to who much be the masseuse. "And you?" The masseuse smiles and bows. "I am Al Wei." Rosaline smiles and nods her head in greeting. Without asking Grace begins to strip her. "W-What are you doing," Rosaline asks hurriedly. Grace looks confused. "Undressing you." It's Rosaline's turn to look confused. "Why?"

"You need to be naked for the massage," Grace says and she looks at Al who nods in agreement. Rosaline bites her lip, uncomfortable with them seeing her naked. Thankfully Al says, "why don't you change in the bathroom and when you're ready I'll give you a sheet to cover up." Rosaline nods, and goes to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind her. Quickly, she strips not wanting to keep the girls waiting.

When she's done, she peeks out the door and Ms.Wei comes over and wraps the sheet around Rosaline and together Rosaline and Ms.Wei do an awkward shuffle to the massage chair. Carefully Rosaline lays on the table and once she's comfortable Ms.Wei pulls down the sheet stopping once it reaches the tip of her bottom, revealing Rosaline's naturally tanned backside. Rosaline can't help but feel tense, instinctively afraid of what she can't see.

Memories slowly comes back to haunt she begins to zone out. Hot oily hands touch her shoulders, causing her to jump. "It's okay baobao," Ms.Wei says gently, her Chinese accent getting stronger. Rosaline takes in a deep breath and slowly relaxes though not by much. Ms.Wei smiles and gently rubs Rosaline's shoulders, making sure she's used to it, before giving more pressure. Rosaline sighs in pleasure as she feels her body loosen up, her muscles feeling like jelly. This goes on for half an hour before Ms.Wei stops and smiles at the delirious look on Rosaline's face. "My job here is done," she says, before walking out. Rosaline slowly sits up, arms feeling like noodles. Grace giggles and helps Rosaline up, before helping her off the chair and to the bathroom. Once in there Grace sets Rosaline on the toilet seat and begins to prepare her bath. When the waters at a somewhat hot temperature Grace makes her way to Rosaline and lifts her up again. "Rosaline you gotta help me out here," Grace sighs and Rosaline the notices that she's naked. She freezes. The sheet had fallen off. Wide awake Rosaline scrambles from Grace and turns around trying to cover her private parts. Woman or not Rosaline hates when people see her naked.. She hears a gasp and turns to see Grace with a horrified look on her face. Realization dawns and no longer caring about her nudity, she turns around and looks at Grace, face blank. "I'd like to bathe alone Grace," she says softly. Stunned, Grace nods and quickly leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind her. With a sigh Rosaline looks under the sink and grabs a plastic bag, wrapping it tightly around her cast, with little struggle.

She dips her toe in the tub grimacing at how warm the water is. She doesn't want it warm, she likes it hot, scorching hot. She also didn't want Grace to see the scars she so desperately tried to hide all her life. To bury the memories.

It happened when she was younger and she was still getting used to being Mr. and Mrs.Barrick's daughter. She was in her room, staring out the window wishing she could go outside. The Barricks never let her go outside, if not for lessons or scheduled play dates that are for an ulterior motive. She was wondering what it would be like to fly when her father burst into the room, disoriented. His hair was a mess, his tie loose- almost close to coming off- and his eyes, his eyes were red and irritated. He had a knife in his hand, and even though Rosaline was young she knew he was dangerous. He came stumbling toward her, knife in hand, but she was paralyzed in fear. She couldn't move. He was mumbling things angrily, things Rosaline couldn't understand even when he came face to face with her. She was trying to hear what he's saying, trying to find a way to get out this situation. However, she was too focused on his words and not his hands. He flipped her over, pressing painfully on her back. She didn't move, she thought maybe if she stayed still he wouldn't hurt her. Rosaline was wrong. Mr.Barrick used the knife to cut open her dress and slice into the small of her back, ignoring her screams, ignoring her cries, ignoring the pool of blood that started to form.

It was her mother who saved her. She came in and took her to a hospital, paying the staff to make sure it never got on record. They never talked about it, pretending the incident never happened and after a few nightmares Rosaline learned to bury it inside her memories, and forgot all about it, until now.

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After the depressing bath, Grace came back and helped Rosaline get dressed, in awkward silence. On the plus side she looked cute, dressed in a floral lace dress and white thigh highs with a yellow flat. Grace even curled her long hair and tied it back with a yellow ribbon. That was an hour ago.

Now, she was on the way to the music room. The maid gave her instructions, the whole time not looking into her eyes. Was it that bad, she wonders. Rosaline never saw what her father had carved on the small of her back and she didn't want to either.

Shaking away the thoughts crowding her head, Rosaline arrives at her destination and knocks on the door. She waits until she hears a muffled "come in" to open the door. There sitting in front of a grand piano is Dylan, shining his bright smile at her. "Don't you look pretty," he coos. Rosaline blushes. "Thank you," she mumbles, as she walks over to Dylan who grabs her by the waist and sets her on his lap. Wanting to get comfortable and to ignore the growing blush on her cheeks, Rosaline squirms around, stopping only when his grip tightens on her waist. "I wouldn't do that little girl," he warns and for a moment Rosaline is confused, until she feels something poking her rear end. Her face begins to burn and she has to stop herself from embarrassing herself. Dylan then decides to use his nose and nuzzle a ticklish spot behind her ear. Rosaline bursts into a fit of giggles and she can feel him smile against her shoulder. "You smell good Rose," he says, goofily as he continues to nuzzle the spot behind her ear. Rosaline's laughter continues and her embarrassment melts away.

Dylan stops after a few moments and Rosaline catches her breath. "How was your sleep," Dylan asks. She shrugs and leans back against him. "It was okay, it wasn't good or bad," she breathes looking at the piano intensely and Dylan rubs his hand up and down her back in a soothing manner.

"Do you want to play," he asks. Rosaline shrugs. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he whispers. She shakes her head and leans forward her back stiff but her fingers loose. Taking in a deep breath Rosaline begins to play. She fumbles over the notes and she can't help but feel horrified. "Calm yourself and play," Dylan whispers softly but sternly, his breath hot against her ear. She nods and once again begins to play. She fumbles the notes again, but doesn't stop. Her back relaxes and soon her fingers glide over the keys. Her favorite song was Japanese Lullaby and she always plays it when she can. It relaxes Rosaline in a way she can't describe. She doesn't even notice her body swaying with the melody until she finishes the song and the movement stops. A laugh escapes her and the weight that was on her chest since the moment she woke up lifts itself. Breathing in a deep sigh, she lets it out in a huff and turns around to look at Dylan. The awe on his face, makes her blush. "You're beautiful." Rosaline laughs. "Don't you mean the piece is beautiful," she asks. Dylan shakes his head. "No, I mean you. You're beautiful." His tone is filled with something she can't identify and so is the look in his eyes. Rosaline looks away with another blush and she's starting to think she'll forever have a blush on her face.

Dylan lifts her head and connects his lips with hers. To say she's surprised is an understatement, though it's quickly swept away by desire. She kisses back and attempts to dominate Dylan through the kiss. Dylan lets out a muffled chuckle and quickly lets Rosaline know who's boss, overpowering her. As they make out, tongues down each other's throat, Dylan slides his hand up and cups her breast. Rosaline moans and squirms in his lap trying to get some sort of friction down low. They keep at it as Dylan plays with her breasts without actually touching skin to skin. Her lungs burn and she pushes him away panting. Instead of stopping, he places a kiss on her neck and makes his way down, making sure to suck and nip at certain spots. The moans and groans that leave Rosaline's mouth leaves her blushing, face getting hotter and hotter. Before, she can get anymore worked up he leans back and gives her a mischievous grin. "Do you know how sexy you look?" Must be very sexy from the look on your face, she thinks and shyly shakes her head. Dylan chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. "O my Rose, your lips are swollen from my kisses and with those love bites running down you neck. You look absolutely delicious." His word warm her and not knowing what else to do she hides herself in his chest.

Dylan laughs and stands up, taking her with him. Rosaline squeals and latches herself onto him. "What are you doing, I can walk by myself," she exclaims. He ignores her and continues out the room and down the hall. "Dylan." He doesn't even glance at her. Rosaline frowns. "Why won't you answer me?" He adjusts her on his hip. "Maybe, because that's not my name." Her frown deepens. Not his name, but what else...realization dawns and she wildly shakes her head. "That was a onetime thing," she squeaks. Dylan scoff, his eyes darkening. "O baby no it's not and if you don't address me as such you might get punished." Rosaline pales at the thought of being punished. Call Dylan daddy or get punished. She sighs. This is gonna be a long day.

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Turns out they were going to the mall.

Entering, Rosaline rolls her eyes at having to hold Dylan's hand. Somehow, she convinced him to let her down, but only if she agreed to hold his hand. He's so annoying, she thinks as she looks around hoping no one she knows is at the mall. "Which store do you want to go to first," Dylan asks. She looks up at him, and shrugs. Dylan frowns down at her. "How am I gonna spoil you if you don't want anything?" It was Rosaline's turn to frown. He wants to spoil her? Not wanting to acknowledge the feeling those words gave her she pulls him into the first store she sees. A toy store.

As soon as they enter the store a woman comes up to them and gives them an obviously fake smile. "Hi, welcome to Disney Toy Store, I'm Raven, if you need any help just call me and I'll be glad to be of assistance." Rosaline just nods, slightly hiding behind Dylan who flashes a smile, before walking away. Something catches Rosaline's eye and instinctively she runs over, dragging Dylan along. She stops when she's within reach and brings down an extra-large Disney princess called Ariel. Her red hair is what caught Rosaline's eye and even though it's a different few lighter shades than Rosaline's, she likes to imagine she's Ariel. Where she'd be free. "You want it," Dylan asks and she only nods in response. Dylan gives her a sharp tap on the butt. "Words." She's silent, before letting out a quiet, "yes Daddy." The bright smile that she receives lessons the embarrassment she feels. "Do you want anything else?" She's about to shake her head, but quickly corrects herself. "No thank you Daddy." Dylan is glowing. Rosaline laughs at the goofy expression on his face and they go to buy the stuffed princess toy. The process is quick and in less than five minutes they're back on the walkway with a plastic bag in hand. They walk down the walkway and as they walk, Rosaline keeps noticing people glancing at them, whispering. She can't help but feel like she's in high school.

Not wanting to be the center of attention Rosaline once again pulls Dylan into the first store she sees. A shoe store, called Rack Room shoes. Rosaline isn't one who's obsessed with shoes, though if something catches her eye she's gonna buy it, and a lot of things are catching her eye. The first thing she sees are a pair of sparkly flats and immediately she goes over to it and check for a size 6 in womans. They luckily have three of her sizes and gleefully she takes them out the box and tries on a flat. It fits perfectly and she almost squeals with joy. Taking off the shoe, she leave her foot shoeless and puts the shoe back in the box, before closing it and going to another shoe that caught her eye when she first walk in. She repeats this until she has a pile of shoes at her feet. She would've kept going if she didn't trip over one of the boxes she had laid. Thankfully, Dylan catches her with a bright smile on her face. "You enjoying yourself," Dylan asks, causing her to blush. She shyly nods and instead of rolling his eyes or snapping at her for spending his money he just laughs and lets her go. "While you keep looking I'll buy the ones you already chose." She nods distracted. A smack to the butt, however brings her attention. "Words Rosaline." His tone has a shiver climbing up her spine. "Yes, Daddy," she says, her voice a whisper. He smiles and places a kiss on her forehead, before walking away and goes up to the desk while Rosaline looks around again. Nothing is catching her eyes. Then again she did already choose half of the shoes in the store.

With a sigh she gives up and is just about to join Dylan when something once again catches her eye. Ooo. Rosaline rushes over to the box and pulls it out quickly, taking out a shoe and trying it on. It's a leather boot that reaches up to her thigh that is skin tight and gives her a kind of wet look. "I look...sexy," Rosaline whispers to herself. A tiny boost of confidence cause her to smile. "Take. It .Off." Her smile disappears. "What," she asks. "Why?" Dylan narrows his eyes. "It's too grown," he sneers. Rosaline scoffs. "Too grown," she repeats incredulously. "What do you mean it's too grown Dylan." She says his name as if it were poison. Rosaline hates those words, too grown. She's been told that all her life, yet when she acts like the age she is she's told she needs to grow up.

Dylan's face darkens, but Rosaline isn't backing down. "Rosaline, take off the damn boot and put. It. Back, before I punish you in this store." He's bluffing, she tells herself. No way would he embarrass both him and herself like that in public. So, with that though she rolls her eyes and walks up to a mirror- though awkwardly cause of her cast- and looks at herself trying hard not to let Dylan's glare startle her. He comes up to her, shadowing her with his body, but she ignores him. This goes on for 5 minutes, before he wraps his hands around her waist and picks her up. "Dylan," she exclaims. Dylan ignores her and goes to the closest seat and sits down placing Rosaline on his lap face down. She struggles trying to get off his lap as panic fills her. Wait, he's really going to do this. Over a fucking boot. "Dylan please," she pleads. Dylan ignores her as she continues to squirm. Slowly he lifts his hand up, before bringing it down on her ass. She cries out in pain before biting her lip not wanting anyone to hear her. "Please Dylan I'm-." She muffles her scream against his thigh as he hits her again. "I'm sorry," She gasps. Once again she's ignored and over and over he spanks her until she's sobbing hysterically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry," she repeats, over and over as stops hitting her and rub her bum trying to sooth the ache.

Her eyelids begin to droop and she realizes how much the crying had drained her. Dylan nudges her head to his chest and starts to rock her. "Go to sleep my Rose." She doesn't have to be told twice.