Years back…
The chattering around her carried on, but Natalie did not take part, nor did she pay attention. It has been months since that night Daniel took her forcibly and yet she had not been able to escape from him.
Although he had not touched her since then, his men had other opinions. They had a name for her too, Daniel's slut. The idiots believed that she was Daniel's kept woman. Not that she cared anymore.
Sure, Daniel often paid her visits and sometimes behind closed time, but nothing of that nature happened again except the kisses now and then. After the night Daniel forced herself on her, something broke inside of Natalie, and right now she was no better than a zombie.
Natalie was a shadow of herself, like a broken watch or something that Daniel was desperately trying to repair. She could see the frustration in his eyes anytime he failed to make her react, to make her feel alive.
