Demon's Bedroom

It's-It's just that..." Anya croaks, holding back her sobs. "I wish he would at least come out for the holiday week, it really pains me to know he's chosen loneliness."

Damn, these people are so attached to a conspicuously detached killer. I thought it was incredible really, how close-knit even the servants of the manor are to him. In all my stay here, I haven't witnessed him solidly display affection to any of them. For the exception a month ago of his kiss on Mrs. Agnelli's forehead.

"Shhh don't cry," I console, patting her back gently.

"You know, he's saved me from a terrible life.." Anya clarifies somberly as she sets the plastic carton on the countertop. "He's not as bad as you think he is. I refuse to believe he means you harm deep down especially since you've rescued Arielle."

I bite the inside of my cheek, suppressing to refute her opinion. Without noticing, she proceeds. "Before I was offered employment here..I-I was..a..sex slave in Russia."

"What?!" I gape at her. She nods