THE PAIN

Wh...what" I stutter. "I hate it when I repeat myself," He snaps.

"You can ask me to do some other thing, you can hit me if you want but please don't," I begged.

"You gonna do what I ask you or you are going to defy me." He walked dangerously slowly towards me.

"First of all, I want you to go wash that smell of yourself, and put this on," He said, throwing me a shirt.

"I can't put this on," I murmured. I would rather go to my room, have a bath and put on other clothes than put this on.

"You enjoy going against my order, flower." He whispered again close to my ear making me feel tingles.

But suddenly stopped and pushed me away. His expression changed.

"Go to your room now!" He yelled at me. What the hell is with him and his mood swings.

"You brought me here, why are you suddenly telling me to leave?" I cried out.

I am damn scared, I still haven't forgotten the thing I saw in the kitchen.

"Get out." He growled louder.

I scurry out of his room before he gets more furious. I should hav