A thin silky dress to 'hide' your shame.

The dress was brighter than fire. Redder than the reddest blood. A demons eye.

'Suck a pretty little rose you are.' The woman said.

'Who... who are you?' You stutter. Gwen was lacing your back with tight pulls that thugged at your chains. But you grid your teeth.

The three of them ignored you. Patrick was searching for something inside the second box.

Before showing what he found, he grinned his pearly teeth at you. A shark. The... the one who...

The father of you baby. It was unreal. You still half expected to wake up in your male body again.