The Rose Diaries Ch. 21

Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression.

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

Act 3 will have moments of intense physical violence. I will give more warning when it is present in the chapters.

Act 3 is also the shortest being only three chapters long.

Thank you.

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ACT 3 - SETTING

It was a bright and sunny day and yet the sound of thunder rolled across the manor's front lawn. His hands jerked up as finally the gun dropped from his fingers and fell to the floor with him following suit. Tears formed in his eyes as he screamed out in despair. His choice was his own to make. Yet, he felt even worse than having it chosen for him. He fell to his knees as his arms went limp beside him.

He had never shot anyone before. Never even held a gun. Yet, they were familiar to him like an old friend. He had seen all sorts of shapes and sizes on television, read about them on books, watched them in movies, or used them himself in a myriad of video games. It was an object of death and power, but he still knew them intimately.

So, Peter knew as Daniel turned slowly around that something had gone horribly wrong.

"Pete?" Daniel's eyes widened as he heard a loud whistle from behind. Before he could even answer, two black blurs sped past him on both sides and he could only watch Daniel's eyes turn to horror as Miss K. and R. tackled him to the ground.

"D-Da-Daniel?" He barely whispered. He couldn't feel anything. Not even as he saw a pair of handcuffs slap around his friend's wrists and a collar around his neck.

"Pete!" He screamed. "Peter!"

He didn't respond as he watched Daniel's collar beep once and then his friend's body went limp. The horror barely registered in his mind. He felt his head grow hot as his mind searched for the answer. He must have missed. It was his fault. He must have missed his only shot.

"Careful!" He heard Mrs. Stone call from directly behind. "Don't hurt it too much."

"Diana! Tara! Please take our new friend inside for orientation." Miss A. called as well.

"Of course." He watched as Miss T. strode past him and picked up Daniel's limp form from the ground before Miss D. grabbed his legs.

"You good?" She muttered to her partner.

"Fantastic." Miss T. smiled as they lifted him from the ground and walked towards him. He couldn't even move as they passed him. He just continued to cry without a single word. He just continued to stay still.

"Katelynn sweetheart, you named this one correct?" Mrs. Stone's voice came from just above.

"I did." Miss K. sighed brushing off the dirt from her jacket. "Doll. Like a plaything."

"How fun! And did you play with her often?"

"Yes Mother." Miss K. nodded. "Until she didn't need my instruction."

"Ha!" Mrs. Stone laughed loudly. "When was that?"

"A few months ago, after we took her bed." Miss K. smiled while she approached him quickly. Her eyes were focused directly over his shoulder confirming what he had felt to be true.

"She slept in a cage for a good couple of months." Miss A. added.

"Ah, how interesting. Doll, can you hear me?" He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he glanced up. The bored expression on Mrs. Stone's face had become joyous. A smile cracked her lips as she glanced down at his broken from.

He nodded slowly.

"I detest Asians, Doll. Do you know why Blackstone makes money? It's because I offer young mostly white American girls for sale. If you know anything, that's one of the rarest commodities of all. But Asian girls? They are as common as all the others. Ladyboys are so well known that you can find jokes about them on television. I suppose we can dirty it up a bit. Some tattoos of a dragon on its back or arms. Perhaps some long-lost yakuza member who just happened to be in the wrong spot."

"Mother, she's Chinese." Miss A.'s voice sounded almost like she was embarrassed of her mother.

"No one can tell, Amanda. They ever so rarely care either. I think its new name should be Jade then. Yes, that'll double-up on that exotic flair. Do we own any kimonos, dear daughters?"

"No? Mother, again, she's Chinese."

"Again, daughter, it rarely matters. Men are disgusting primal creatures who really only care about one thing. When they come here, they could care less about the stories of our girls or their ethnicities. If only so they can take something they've sought after for so long. Nevertheless, I suppose having a ladyboy of our own could provide some diversity amongst the stock of pale submissive shemales. Jade will be a good addition. Thank you for bringing it to us, Doll."

Peter froze completely. His body had stopped trembling and his eyes were still fixed on the forest ahead. His tears stopped forming in his eyes and a wave of uncomfortable heat washed over him. A spike of pain in his head kept him from drifting away.

"Why?" He didn't even realize he had spoken. His words so weak, his voice so frail, that the slight wind would have swept them away from their ears or fallen to the ground to shatter. But by some hellish miracle, they had all heard his cry.

"Primarily," He heard Mrs. Stone groan loudly as she bent down next to him. "I believe myself to be a businesswoman. That I broker deals, manage personnel, and sell exclusive product. Each piece of inventory of mine is carefully managed. There is a process of to check for absolute quality and development before I even think about putting in any concentrated effort into acquisition." She sighed loudly.

"Ok." He muttered to himself.

"Every girl costs money to acquire. In fact, you start off your stay here already in my debt. The brothel is the means to recuperate the money spent. In my many years, I have never strayed from the process. But then, you came along, didn't you?"

He just stared blankly ahead. He didn't even know where to start nor if he could even answer.

"I had no idea of your very existence until I received a call on an early morning when I was barely awake. It was a doctor who called me to let me know that Cecilia Tyson had been stabbed and would likely never walk again. From there, I found that my daughter had spent nearly a hundred thousand dollars deliberately torturing you in truly esoteric ways with the help of my trusted advisor. They had financed your brother, Oscar into winning a pitiful local election and sent surveillance into your hometown to watch your friends. I wanted to be angry at Amanda. I wanted to be angry at Cecilia but instead, I was only angry at you."

He turned to look at her into the pale brown void that was her eyes. He remembered his rage, his anger, and his fury that evening in the car. He remembered how red the wound was and how happy it made him to watch the life drain from that horrid witch's eyes.

"So, I broke the process. I had Jessica dispatched to Glendale where she earned your friend's trust as his girlfriend. I had her lead him back here under the pretense of a family gathering and today finally arrived. I believe I am a businesswoman who acts does what's best for her family and interest. I believe every move I have made was calculated and sure. But today? Today was absolutely for my pleasure."

He couldn't even move as she grabbed hold of the ring around his collar and removed the heart-shaped charm.

"Jade will be a interesting addition to Blackstone Manor. Time will tell if I had made the correct choice in acquiring it. Will our clients love her as they love our other offerings? Or will she be pushed aside for our more traditional stock? If she fails, I'll simply sell her to a brothel in Asia where she'll be wanted."

He could feel the tears beginning to from again. How could he be so helpless in front of her?

"Speaking of being wanted, I've had my doubts but you? You've already blossomed into something beautiful, haven't you? No longer a simple plaything or a devious violent little boy. Today you proved to me that you truly belong here, and I thought it was fitting to give you a name to celebrate your past and future."

She removed her hand to reveal a small charm in place of the heart. He couldn't help but gasp as he saw it.

"Stand up, Rose." Mrs. Tyson smiled. "Remember this day and who you are. Remember that you are a whore produced by my process for a singular purpose. Remember that you are simply another flower in this garden."

"I," He swallowed. "Please."

"Yes, that's a tone that suits you. Amanda, please watch over Rose for now. I'm going to retreat to my room for a well-deserved smoke."

"Yes, Mother." Mrs. Stone rose with another groan before walking slowly away.

"Rose, I do so hope you'll join us in welcoming Jade into Blackstone." Mrs. Stone laughed loudly.

"Please." He whispered again.

"Rose, huh?" Miss A. sighed as she flopped down beside him. "So simple. But that's Mother."

"Please."

"Rose, my family doesn't forgive easily. You should consider yourself lucky that the only thing that gun was loaded with was a blank. You should actually be thankful that my mother didn't do far worse to you. You hurt my Aunt, Doll. Did you really think we simply let that go?" She shot a glance up before shaking her head. "Sorry, I meant Rose. It's going to be hard to fix that."

"Blank?" Peter turned to look at her.

"It fired but there was no actual danger. You never had the ability to hurt anyone. You should have seen this coming, Rose. You hurt my Aunt, you threatened my sister, and you constantly remained a thorn in my side." She paused for a moment before laughing loudly. "Oh, I get it Mother."

"But-"

"Listen, if I were you, I would think of this as a learning experience. You really think death is the worst thing that we can do? You were far out of line and you needed to be corrected. But I believe that your lesson was learned. We can finally, finally, move past this and get on with our lives. You obeyed my rules for how long after I took your bed? Even if you were acting, you still learned what you needed to. Take the next week off as a reward for your efforts. But after that? I'll expect absolute obedience from now on."

He didn't even respond. Not that he could have anyway, for his mind simply went blank.

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Blackstone Manor

Room 3E

Five Days Later

Miss A. had given him a week off for the first time in a long time. There was no schedule, no rules to abide, no clothes to wear or appearance to upkeep. Yet, he still felt a sickness that was beyond his own words. It was a dangerous cocktail of complacency and melancholy and he had drunk far too much for his feeble mind to handle. There was a numbness that was slowly taking root inside him. A dangerously family feeling from all his times prior.

Perhaps that's why out of fear of his own inner turmoil that Peter Baker decided it best to sleep for nearly three days in the bed that he had so miraculously won. When he awoke on the third day in the late afternoon, he had called for food and to his surprise, it came. Ivy clad in her cream white and black maid's uniform made her way into his room. She walked with a measured pace in her shining patent black heels that barely clung to the carpeted surface of the third floor. She carried with her a dish covered by bell on a silver tray with a set of utensils and set it at the foot of his bed. Her soft light red lips curled into a smile and she stepped away without a second thought.

It was scary how easily he could read the girls of Blackstone. Ivy's composure may have been confident, calm, and composed but her lip quivered for a split-second and her eyes sparkled with the telltale signs of sorrow.

"Ivy." He called to her when she turned from him.

"Doll," Her eyes widened as she cried out with a loud yelp. "Sorry Rose! I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" He cocked an eyebrow as he reached for the tray.

"I messed up your name."

"Yeah?" He picked up the bell giving a small peek of the contents inside. A grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup. He smiled slightly as he covered it back up to keep the steam from rushing out.

"Well if I mess it up with you then I'll mess it up around a Miss and a maid should know the names and faces of everyone she serves."

"You're in a mood today." He smiled placing the tray beside him.

"A mood?" She paused before starting towards the door. "I don't understand."

"You're usually really nervous and shy. But you're different today. There's something that's changed about you."

"N-Nothing's changed! I'm just happy to be a good little maid." She quickly spat. "I'm sorry if I bothered you Mistress Rose."

"Don't!" He growled immediately. "Don't you fucking dare." The mere idea of being referred to like one of them made his blood boil.

"I," She nearly jumped back. "It's something I have to say, Rose." Her voice nearly went to a whisper.

"Well don't you ever call me that again."

"Sorry," She muttered. "We're all waiting for you, you know."

"Excuse me?" He called to her suddenly. With every sudden moment she crept closer and closer to the door.

"The others. My bro-" She caught herself and cleared her throat. "My sister and the other girls. Group is today and it'd be nice to have our new sister around."

"Thanks Ivy." He smiled. "I look forward to coming to the next one."

"You're not coming to dinner, today right?"

"I plan on staying in my room. I've got a week off remember?"

"Would you consider it? I think it'd make a lot of people really happy to see you around."

"Why me? What did I do?"

"I'm just a simple maid but people miss you. If I may be so bold to suggest that the house misses you. We're all going to be serving dinner today but you're off so you can eat with the Misses." She sighed.

"Why would I want to do that? To spend time with any of them?"

"Careful!" She hissed quietly. "In any case Rose, I'm just offering you the opportunity."

"I see. Thanks, Ivy."

"If you need anything else, I am around until dinner begins."

"Of course." He smiled. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure." She curtseyed as she shut the door. He waited a moment, perhaps enough for his heart to beat four times, before screaming loudly into his pillow. Something was wrong. Something was changed about her. About the entire fucking house. As he removed the pillow from his face Peter couldn't help but give a long-extended sigh in frustration.

It was truly exhausting staying Blackstone Manor. To contend with threats both unknown and known. For all he knew this was another trap. But there wasn't enough time in the day to spend consumed by his own paranoid thoughts. Instead, Peter nearly tore off the cover from the dish and smiled.

There was only one thing good about Blackstone Manor. The fact that it had its own private chef. To Peter there was a bit of joy in eating good food. Each bite filled his soul with content and his stomach with satisfaction. The beautiful heat of the soup had begun to drip down his esophagus and radiate outwards from his insides. When he had finished his small meal, he couldn't help but keep on smiling. Good food was pure magic. Enough to force him into a horrible realization. He sighed once more as he took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"Miss C.?" He called to the cameras above. He knew where they were positioned now. The single ever observing lens hidden by the ceiling lamp.

"Hiya!" Miss C.'s chipper voice squeaked back. "What's up, Rose?"

"Can you get a message to my owners?"

"Um, both of them?" She paused. "I sure can. Anything wrong?"

"I just need to talk to them. Actually, if possible, can you see if Miss A. is around too?"

"Um," She paused for far longer this time. "so, it's not really your place to call for Amanda. She's sort of the head honcho around here and like while I'd love to relay a message for you it's just not proper for like a girl to call for her directly? She'll probably be super mad and-"

"I just need to talk to her. I understand if its too much for a girl to ask. I'm not trying to overstep here."

"Okay, well I'll see. Give me a sec." The intercom went dead quiet for just a moment. He didn't hear her any longer and instead he removed the tray from his bed and set it carefully on the stand next to it. It pained him to beg for attention. But like everything in Blackstone, he couldn't help but force himself outside of his comfort zone to get anything done. Eventually, the intercom crackled back to life.

"Be quick." Miss A.'s cold voice snapped. "I'm willing to forgive this once. Be quick."

"Miss A., I'd like to get back my duties." He forced a smile towards the camera.

"Oh." She answered with a tinge of shock in her voice. "That is a development. Did you bring this up with Katelynn and Roxanne?"

"I didn't have a chance." He answered quickly.

"If you would like to get back to your duties, I am not going to stop you. Do you know that today is group?"

"I do, yes." Peter nodded again. "Ivy told me earlier."

"Then you do realize that your duties are to be in class with the other girls, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you think that Jade is there, Rose?" Her words oozed venom. He tried his hardest not to let his surprise appear in his face as she called him out. How easily she saw through him and his plans.

"No." He sighed. "She isn't." It pained him even more to refer to Daniel by his slave name.

"You can rejoin the girls at your leisure. If you do, I'll see you for dinner. But I want you to know Rose that you will never see Jade again until I deem it so."

"I'm sorry, Miss A."

"See Rose, this time I know that you are." Her heard her chuckle. "So armed with that fact are you still wanting to return so quickly from your time away?"

"No, Miss A." He cast his gaze to the ground.

"So, you admit that you just tried to manipulate me into letting you see Jade?"

"I didn't try to manipulate you, Miss A. I just wanted to see him."

"Him?" She scoffed. "Oh no Rose, there's not going to be anything masculine left of your friend when I'm through. Would you like to hear how poor little Jade is taking to her training? Better yet why don't I show you?"

"No, Miss A. I don't really think that's-"

"Candice if you would be so kind as to project the camera feed of Jade's training room to our friend?" He could almost her Miss A.'s sneer.

"S-Sure, Amanda." The television at the foot of his bed switched on remotely and the image that was displayed made him recoil in horror.

Daniel was not averse to fights nor pain. He often told Peter of his weekend brawls at the club he frequented with his other friends. Half of his sick days were nursing himself back to health after particular nasty injuries. But that was not the Daniel that he saw displayed in front of him.

Instead, his friend was on his hands and knees in front of what he could only assume was Miss T. and Miss R. Black tears rolled down his cheeks as the two of them fondled and caressed him while a machine raped him from behind. His body was marked with bruises and scratches as he screamed silently in whatever room was, he was held in. His legs were forced apart by a metal bar and his ankles were secured tightly to them while his wrists were secured to the floor. He could see Miss T. lightly tapping her open palm with a cane as she turned her head up to the ceiling and smiled.

"Stop!" Peter screamed loudly as he felt the tears bubble back up.

"Stop?" Miss A. laughed. "No, I don't think so. Candice, you may cut the feed." As soon as she said those words, his television screen went dark.