To Put A Leash On The Master

sudden motion. And as clinking cutleries cease, silence d

t households. Chandeliers overhead, their lights r

but I'm certain the former's shifting in his seat as if waiting f

s. Her glare's nearly boring holes in my skin, sparks fly

bracelet to my face. We lock gazes as I find I'm looking into

tion. But I'm rather engrossed in the intensity of this man's stare.

resence or I'm SCARED of him. It could be the latter, as I'm inwardly screa

-far, far more. There's a sharp contrast in

his countenance, it's a beguilin

assive, and his lip

s down my spine as goose

ly is this man? Why is his aura much different from t

inside and hoping it shows in my eyes. "You clearly offended him," the man adds, only fueling the urge to dunk h

know b

the tension in the air has risen and Dad Griffin

ook. The man hasn't said a word. Is he

that I hate-I'm supposed to speak up; that was the plan. But the adr

gy could surface.

to stare. I can't even meet his gaze, as I have my head down, loo

s me, I bow ninety degr

away-just like I do some other things I've

s hanging low, but the maids' snickering as I s

his iris effaced, the way he didn't bat his eyelid or make a crease on hi

t felt like a cold, dark hole absorbing my s

er who that is, becau

onths before I submitted my report, I stumbled on a v

le, watched his vid

I was embarrassed at the time. But the thrill of Hunter's reciprocat

would be free to do as I pleased once I su

t may be the reason for his strange behavior. I

arter with a sneer on their faces. And t

hat tends to eat up my brain cells, crawling like vines on every no

nk and plop down on the lower bed,

ilt, and fucking anger. Even the queasy sensation in my

sks with a snigger. I'm struggling to r

well did. Sn

len with the nasty facial expressions. Her voice brims with disdain, its v

hird girl titters, stirring the spice in the conversation w

myself to the bathroom and shut the d

uffled. "Look at her d

ow, r

at coating shite with vanil

ses me to shuffle back in distress. My legs don't hold

ognize. And even though I hadn't mistreated them deliberately, t

ed resentment toward me from the beg

Yivlen says between her chuckle

he jackass feels? She thinks she's

th my elbows on my thighs. Under normal circumstanc

person I thought was my only solace

aspy voice booms from the

sound for fear of facing her wrath; often in the form of h

t'd only be more problematic. And no one wants problems

esh that have me reeling backward. It hurts, but wha

th could've fallen

ybe n

ue and caused this pain that's spre

ng from under me and I can't control them. Even if I did now, it's too late

. I want to get on my feet, as Madam Kwakye's solid posture over

wer injuries. That's if I can stop my hands fro

uling me up. She's strong and inhumane and could battle a bunch of b

re's a collision of grunts, thudding-occasionally slid

for you the next time you break the servants' rule, Heidi. Do you get me

smell. But what's Madam Kw

bra before she pulls. Hard, fas

me in the kitchen," she orders, eyes

room door behind her, just as she do

roll in the aisles

room without minding them. Then I take o

the consequences of my choice, I m