NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A TRIGGERING AND MATURE SCENE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.SARAHI laid on my bed, sobbing bitterly like someone who just lost something valuable and precious.The sound of my wailings reverberated round the room and bounced back to my own ears like a music on repeat. I did not know how long I had been crying but by the time I had become a bit stable, it was already past midnight. I could barely make out the beat and rhythmic of the music downstairs anymore. It had long died down signifying that the party had already come to an end probably hours ago.I never wanted to even step a foot downstairs but Emilio ordered me to show up. And when I did what did I get in return? I was humiliated like a petty thief. I could hear the disgusting comments hurled against me at the party when the necklace was found in my bag.They called me all sort of horrible names; a thief, a pauper, a lowlife scum. I heard it all.I could feel the hot angered glares of the audienc

SARAHTwo days has passed since Emilio forcefully tried to have sex with me and I haven't set my eyes on him since that terrible night. It all feels like an awful nightmare, a delusion that was never real.But the memories, the imprints of his fingers in me, the marks he left stood as a testament to the horror I had to face that night.God I just can't stay here anymore.I want to leave. It is awfully clear to me now that Emilio really despises me and he will or rather still, does not care about my consent in satisfying his urges. He bought me as a sex maid and he will make sure I turn into that very maid so that I become one of his slutty toys.The realisation brought about a sharp reoccurring pain in my chest.Haven't I suffered enough? I lost my both of my parents to the cold hands of death, I worked multiple shifts to take care of I and my brother, I still went as far as turning myself into a commodity that men bought just to put food on the table, clear my outstanding debts and

THE NEXT MORNINGSARAH "Let me help you with that Grace" I suggested, quickly rushing over to her aid and attempting to help her carry the laundry basket but Grace shook her head at me."No. You can't help me miss" She refrained me from assisting her. "But why? I mean I don't get to ever do anything in this house so why can't I assist you all here for once?" I whined like a baby who just got her candy taken away from her, my lips turning into a pout.Grace chortled at my words and patted my back, "Because Emilio might have my head if he comes downstairs and sees you working" she leaned down and whispered in my ear.I pulled back and rolled my eyes at her, "That silly excuse again?" I scoffed. "Yes that silly excuse again. If you want to help me out so much why don't you ask Emilio for his approval?" Grace nudged at my shoulders, walking towards the stairs. I followed her steps, my face still mirroring my dissatisfaction. What is Emilio's problem? I can never understand that man.

SARAHOh my God! I am finished. Why am I always so clumsy?I know I'm done for. Eavesdropping on his conversation with his colleagues would definitely be the last straw that broke the camel's back.Emilio would kill me.And it's even more frightening because I am not bluffing. I literally just overheard him sending orders to kill someone or some people, whoever they were. Fuck. I shouldn't have stayed too long eavesdropping on their conversion.Curiosity just got the better of me. Before Emilio could lash at me, I opened my mouth and began rambling out pleas. "I am really sorry sir. I truly am. I did not mean t-to interrupt your conversation. I swear. M-my bracelet just got tangled with the door knob a-and I yanked it out forcefully. I am really sorry..." my heart was in my stomach as I pleaded, my breathing heavy and rapid.Emilio just glared at me, "so how did your bracelet get tangled with the doorknob?" He questioned, not buying my sorry excuse of an apology."I-I d-don't..." I

SARAHTime flew really fast. It was already past two am by this time but I couldn't sleep.Emilio's huge Doberman pinschers were so jumpy and lively.I could barely get any rest as they barked and kept on playing with one another.I laid flat on my bed as the dogs ran into my room, licking my toes and trying to use their teeth to drag my footwear.They wanted me to play with them.But I was so exhausted. I just wanted to rest. "Stop playing Rosita and Jafar" I commanded them sternly and they quieted down at once, sitting on the floor.Good. Truly they were highly trained. "Now lie down" I instructed. Jafar laid on his back and Rosita whimpered for a moment before doing same.Now they seemed calm. "Why would Emilio even name you Jafar? You adorable little beast. Does he understand Arabic?" I asked no one in particular, chuckling to myself.God. I feel I need a midnight snack. On a regular day I wouldn't even step out but Emilio wasn't around and the entire house belonged to me for ju