Chapter 59: How Is Your Butt?

A week ago Angel had whipped me to a pulp, ordered that I be locked up inside my room, I was fed poor diet once a day. I was not allowed a visit from Camilo or Florentine and the only face I had seen in those days were that of Holf when he brought me food.

I cried bitterly, had nightmares from that horrible day. I became paranoid at every slightest noise or everytime I saw Holf thinking I was about to be taken away for a punishment.

I was angry yet afraid of Angel. He had managed to break my walls that good. I hated him so much that I wished to get back at him but I was helpless.

I was sitting at the end of my bed when someone stormed into my room. I snapped towards the direction to find Holf staring at me with a mean gaze. I got scared immediately wondering what his look could mean.

He dropped the dress he held in one hand on my bed and my eyes followed his movement.

"Go freshen up and get dressed. The boss wants you downstairs in the next twenty minutes for breakfast." He said and