Sherry's POV ( His property)

" Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! "

I was scrubbing so hard, my skin over my fingers was in danger.

I wasn't scrubbing the toilet, I was taking my frustration out.

This Ryan had another child under him. This was full fledged child labour.

" Is your name really Bellow? Or did he come up with that? "

It was an absurd name , even for a gangster to give.

This one was absolutely mute. He did not reply, unlike the last ten year old.

I noticed scar marks all over his arms and neck. It appeared like they travelled right under his tshirt, all over his body.

When I finally stood up after what was an hour long cleaning, my knee hurt. I almost could not keep standing.

It was only when I saw Bellow standing there with a pair of fresh clothes in his hand, did I realise that my skirt was completely wet. The unless buttons on my shirt had come off, exposing my black innerwear.

Thank goodness I was wearing one because most lazy days i just go ahead without that added hassle.

" Oh, thank you! "

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