Chapter 67: Rose's Training With Lucifer

The heavy wooden door creaked open, its ancient hinges protesting the weight of it. Rose stepped into the training room, her heart sinking. The dress she was forced to wear felt like it had been made by a sadist—tight, constricting, and as uncomfortable as it was heavy.

The black fabric clung to her skin like it had a vendetta against her, the corset digging into her ribs with each shallow breath she took. It was already difficult enough to move, let alone focus on anything important.

Every time she took a step, she could practically feel the dress trying to trip her up. With each hesitant footfall, she imagined she could hear the corset cackling at her misery.

Great. Today was going to suck.