Roseline's POV
"I... I was tortured," I managed to say amidst my sobs, the words barely coming out of my lips as my emotions took a toll on me.
His body froze, and a mixture of shock, anger, and sadness crossed his face. He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to respond
"for... For two years" I managed to say anyhow while he gave me time.
"I... I..." I tried to continue, but my emotions were choking my words.
Finally, after a moment of gathering courage, I continued,
"Could you see these tattoos?" I moved the sleeves a bit up.
I showed him the tattoo of stars on my wrist and his attention shifted to where I was pointing.
"This black ink hides the dark days of my life," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion as my eyes dropped down to the tattoos.
He didn't say anything, allowing me to pour out my feelings without interruption.