She opened the box.
That night, as the manor slept, Ella sat on the edge of her bed, the ballet heels gleaming in the moonlight. They were beautiful and monstrous. She could refuse. But refusal meant the "training room"—a blank white space where the hours bled together and the only sound was Reinhard’s voice repeating, “Love me. Love me. Love me.” Cinderella Escape- R18 -Hajime Doujin Circle-
A gilded, suffocating manor where time seems to have stopped. The chimes of a distant clock tower are the only measure of passing hours. She opened the box
The west parlor was lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Reinhard stood in the center, tall and impossibly handsome, his smile a blade wrapped in velvet. At his feet lay a box wrapped in black ribbon. She could refuse
Ella walked to the grand staircase. She was not wearing the glass ballet heels. She carried them in one hand, and the mirror shard hidden in the folds of her tattered gown.
“Open the box,” he commanded.