Her birth mother favored her adopted daughter, Sabrina Johnson, and later, even her adoptive mother no longer wanted her.
"Do they treat you badly?" Seeing the undeniable loneliness and bleak sorrow in her eyes, Sixth Master felt a stuffiness in his chest and asked.
"Very well."
Before her adoptive father fell ill, their family had been poor, but as their only daughter, she was thoroughly pampered. This changed when her birth father came looking for her; her adoptive mother's attitude toward her shifted as well.
She was like a burden. Now that someone had finally come to take her, her adoptive mother was eager to pass her on to her birth parents. Sienna still felt a pang of heartache thinking about it.
"But your face is full of sadness."
With a faint, bitter Night Owl, Sienna looked up at the seagulls in the blue sky, envying their flight. "I am sad because I can no longer see them," she said.
"After I finish the work at hand, I will take you back to see them." He embraced her, but his broad embrace offered Sienna no peace or warmth, only confinement.
Sienna didn't want that!
"Alright," she responded hypocritically.
「...」
From that day on, Sienna's range of activities began to expand. She often rode horses around the island, and every morning, she went for a run to exercise. To escape, she knew she needed a healthy body.
However, a certain man misunderstood.
"I see your health has improved lately."
They shared the same bed but did not engage in intercourse, which had allowed Sienna to momentarily lower her guard.
"I'm scared... please, just give me some time." After such a nightmare-like experience, Sienna couldn't bear to endure it again.
"I won't go all the way in!"
The man took out various tools from a drawer. When Sienna saw their shapes, her face instantly paled.
The man explained awkwardly, his expression unnatural, "The doctor said you're too small down there and need stretching. I'm too big, so I'm not suitable for that task. And I can't let other men touch you, so I can only use these tools."
"You want to insert these things... into my body?" Sienna stared at the man before her as if he were a pervert.
The man picked up the smallest one and looked at Sienna. Her heart jolted, and she scrambled to flee, using both hands and feet. But he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. "Behave, or I'll punish you severely."
Sienna kicked him with her other foot and cursed, "You pervert! Shameless!"
"You think I want to do this? It's because you're so small!" Sixth Master's expression was also quite conflicted.
"I'm warning you, if you dare put that thing inside me, I won't let you off!"
"You'd better cooperate. Otherwise, you'll be the one getting hurt!"
"Sixth Master, you have so many wives; can't you spare me?" Sienna cried. Tears were a woman's weapon, but she didn't know if they would work on this hard-hearted man.
How could he have ten wives? He only had her, this one woman. But he couldn't tell her that; this woman was already trying to gain the upper hand.
"Right now, you're all I have, aren't you?"
Sienna looked at the man in despair, her body tensed like a sacrificial offering on an altar. Ultimately, she obediently stilled.
Seeing her like this, Sixth Master hesitated for a moment, tool in hand. But his desire gnawed at him; he couldn't bear to just look and not taste. So, steeling himself, he proceeded.
"AH..."
"This is the smallest size? It still hurts?" Sixth Master asked in surprise.
Sienna was psychologically scarred; she felt no pleasure from this, only pain. She turned her head slightly, gritted her teeth, and said, "Hurry up!"
Sixth Master: ...
「...」
The timing was not yet right, but Sienna could not wait any longer. She didn't want to spend another moment with that pervert. She felt that if things continued like this, she would go insane.
"You can use the medium size now. Not bad. In a little while, I'll be able to do it myself." Sixth Master looked at the tool in his hand with disdain, then stroked her face, as smooth as polished jade. A wave of heat surged through him. He couldn't resist grabbing her head and pressing it towards his lower abdomen.
"MMM... NO..."
After the torment, the man slept soundly, sated, but Sienna couldn't sleep at all. Looking at the man beside her, she desperately wanted to stab him to death. If not for the last shred of reason clinging on within her, she absolutely would have done it.
"Go to sleep!" The man slightly opened his narrow, phoenix-like eyes and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you leaving tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes."
"When will you be back?"
The man's eyes snapped open, all traces of drowsiness gone, replaced by sharp clarity. "Why are you suddenly so concerned about me?" he asked with suspicion. She had always been indifferent towards him.
"Can you take me with you? I want to go out and explore," she feigned.
As expected, the man refused. "Not this time. I have important matters to attend to."
Sienna looked crestfallen but didn't cause a scene. Seeing her unhappy, Sixth Master coaxed, "I'll bring you a gift when I return, okay? What do you want?"
"I want a ring."
The man's eyes lit up. He took her bare fingers, as if suddenly remembering something. "Right, I haven't given you a ring yet." He slid his fingers between hers, closed his eyes, and felt their size. After a moment, he opened his eyes, a smile in them. "Alright, I've memorized your finger size now. I'll bring you a ring when I come back."
"Then when will you be back?" she asked, her tone sounding as if she eagerly awaited his return.
"If all goes well, about a week."
A week. That would be enough time for her to escape.
Very good.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You're giving me a ring. I'm very happy," she replied dishonestly.
"If I'd known you liked them, I'd have given you several more rings." It was rare to find something that pleased her.
"Rings aren't something to be given away casually. One is enough."
He held her soft, smooth hand, gazing at it as he explained, "I want to give you two rings. One is the Desmond family heirloom ring, passed down to daughters-in-law, and the other is from me personally."
"Your last name is Desmond?"
"Yes."
"Then why does everyone call you Sixth Master?"
Sixth Master looked somewhat awkward and even coughed belatedly. Sienna's curiosity was piqued. "Why? Tell me," she pressed.
Sixth Master touched his nose, looking rather sheepish. "Well, I was very young back then. To keep them in line, I... misled them..."
Sienna froze for a moment, then collapsed onto the pillow, roaring with laughter.
Sixth Master looked flustered and exclaimed, "Hey!" Half-annoyed, half-resigned, he said, "I try to keep it from you, but you insist on digging until you get to the bottom of it. Then when I tell you the truth, you laugh at me..."
Sienna quickly stifled her laughter and said, "Yes, 'Sixth Master' certainly makes you sound old. I initially thought you were in your fifties or sixties."