[I don't ever want to go through that nightmare again.]
Primrose didn't know exactly what kind of experience Hazelle had endured, but she was certain it had been something so terrible, so soul-shattering, that it broke her both mentally and emotionally.
Still, Salem once mentioned that Hazelle was still a virgin. So, no—it probably wasn't something sexual.
But that didn't mean it wasn't traumatic because there were plenty of ways to humiliate, break, and hurt a woman without ever touching her like that.
And the things Primrose had heard of didn't even come close to the kind of cruelty people with sick, twisted hearts were capable of.
"I know someone who can help remove your slave seal," Primrose said gently but directly because she didn't want to waste time dancing around the truth.
Hazelle stepped back like she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and the calm, expressionless mask she always wore crumbled in an instant.
