Chapter 20 Beauty In Captivity

Thirty minutes later, the door creaked open again. Hailey stepped inside, her usual cold expression firmly in place. In her hand, she carried a shimmering red gown and a black heels. The dress was long-sleeved, its fabric smooth and luxurious, clearly chosen to cover all my bruises. She barely glanced at me as she placed it on the bed. “You’ve got ten minutes to shower,” she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “After that, put this on.”