Cinderella: Escape- R18 -hajime Doujin Circle-

The second rule, the one Reinhard never spoke aloud, was crueler:

Ella walked barefoot through the forest until she found a stream. She washed her face, her arms, her feet. The cuts from the glass were shallow. They would heal. Cinderella Escape- R18 -Hajime Doujin Circle-

It was the day of the ball. Again.

“Ah,” he breathed. “You’re remembering again. I did warn you. The game is more fun when you almost remember, don’t you think? Complete recall ruins the surprise.” The second rule, the one Reinhard never spoke

“Ella!” he gasped, reaching for her ankle. “I gave you everything! The gowns, the palace, the eternal dance!” They would heal

Reinhard waited at the top of the stairs, flanked by the grinning step-family. His smile evaporated when he saw her bare feet.

Inside was a pair of ballet heels—shoes designed to force a dancer onto her tiptoes, the arches impossibly steep. They were made of the same fragile glass as the slippers. And they were locked with a small, silver key that hung around Reinhard’s neck.