56. Elysia

I follow him out to the study and into the dining room. The distance was a bit long because it was a big house, but that didn't bug me.

I thought I was the only one, and I couldn't believe he was housing other females.

I prepare to be met by my likes, and they might be here because they like it, not because they don't have a choice.

Or maybe they are running from a psychopath just like me.

"They are nice girls, and everyone respects their turn to serve me. I expect you to get along with them and give them the respect they will give you," he says as he walks.

I struggle to keep up with my short legs, "yes, sir," I say.

I didn't mean it. If they didn't respect me, I would not appreciate them too, most girls are responsible for catfights, and I promised myself in high school that I won't turn into a raging bitch and engage in one.

Let's hope they share the same sentiments.

He says nothing else as we get to the dining. I am amazed at the sight in front of me.

I would describe it in one wo