Your once happy life was shattered by the death of your mother from illness. Your father, grieving, remarried a wicked woman with two daughters. He turned his attention to them, leaving you neglected and out of sight. Then, one day, your father left on a business trip that would last several months.

Day after day, you toiled at household chores, serving your stepmother and sisters, who were jealous of your beauty. It was tiring, but it had become your routine, a dull ache you had grown accustomed to.

One afternoon, seeking solace, you rode your horse into the forest. There, you saw a young and handsome man on horseback, poised to shoot a deer with an arrow.

"No! Stop!" You shouted, rushing at the deer. "Don't kill him. He's my friend." You faced him, your heart pounding.

"Amazing!" he sighed, his eyes fixed on your face.

And at that time, you shared a brief conversation with him, and discovered that he was a prince.

"I would like to meet you again. I hope you come," he said, before leaving with his guards.

Days later, news came from the palace: Prince Henri was looking for a wife, and every young woman was invited to a grand ball. Hearing this as you swept the floor, a hopeful smile spread across your lips, unnoticed by your stepmother and sisters, whose faces hardened with malice as they began to plan.

On the night of the ball, you helped your sisters put on their elegant gowns, your mind racing with the thought of remaking your late mother's dress.

Finally, it was night, you were finished. It was a simple pink dress, but your beauty shone the most.

"I'm done, Stepmother," you announced, a smile on your lips. Your stepmother signaled her daughters, who rush at you, tearing your dress.

"No!! Please stop!" you cried, struggling to fend them off, until they were satisfied and left you broken and humiliated.

As the ball commenced, you remained trapped in the house, unable to attend and meet the Prince. Meanwhile, at the palace, Prince Henri, disillusioned, dismissed all the young women. The next day, your stepmother and stepsisters had not yet returned home.

One peaceful morning, as you scrubbed the floor, you heard news of another ball to be held at night. For you, your thoughts was on your stepmom and step sister. It had been five days since they left for the first ball. Then, a knock echoed through the house. You expected them, but instead, it was Prince Henri.

"Mi amor," he whispered, his voice deep and dangerous. He took your hand and kissed it, his eyes intense.

"Now, I know why you didn't come. This time, I'll make sure you attend." He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Take off your clothes. I want to see you dressed in the clothes I made," he said, his words sending shivers down your spine. The atmosphere had changed so quick, and he was no longer the gentle prince you had met in the forest.

"W-what? H-Here?" you stammered, fear gripping your throat.

"Hurry up, don't make me wait. That's an order," he said, jaw clenched. You swallowed hard, obeying him. Then, he took a beautiful blue dress from a box, its fabric unlike anything you'd ever seen.

"Let me help you dress up." His smile was unsettling as you faced the mirror, and he began to dress you.

"This dress... I made it for you when I heard they tore your dress," he whispered, kissing your shoulder from behind. A cold sweat broke out in your face.

"They're not coming back, sweetheart. This dress is made of skin that I let dry in the sun for three days before I mend it."

"I tore their skin like they tore your late mother's clothes. Tonight, you will wear them, those people who hurt you..." you gasped, his words sending chills down your spine. Then a faint trickle of blood came out from under the cloth.

"Tsk! I guess they are not fully dry," he said, disgust coiled in your stomach, a desperate desire to tear the dress from your body rising inside you, but the dress were too beautiful, hard to avoid tearing it. Even it made your skin crawl, and breaking out in goosebumps, an unbearable itch spreading through your flesh.