Chapter Eight

The look in his eyes threaten me silently, taunt me, abuse me, tease me, but most of all, mock me.

'You finally took off the mask.'

He knows.

He knows the one big secret I had fought to hide, the one thing I had that he couldn't use to manipulate me.

And somehow I feel like I'm in the same situation as in the club.

He knows now.

He has the power.

He knows how weak I am, and how easily I fear his power.

And worst of all...He knows that I know that I fear him, fear his power, fear his control.

Now I have nothing against him.

"And you wore a wig, smart." He says with a chuckle, mocking me.

"And yet here you are again, at my beck and call. All that fuss, all that stubbornness, all that fight you put up and you still stand here...waiting for my command." He says in a quiet tone, with that evil tilt of his lip.