Cinderella Escape- R18 — -hajime Doujin Circle-

The reflection reached through the crack and handed her a shard of the broken mirror—a jagged, silver blade.

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-

The lock clicked. The slipper fell.

He tilted his head. “And what is that?” The reflection reached through the crack and handed

She hesitated. The air grew thick, syrupy. The glass slipper on her nightstand began to hum, a low, warning vibration. Obey. silver blade. That night

It was dawn.