Twenty Five

AN IRRITATING PRESENCE.

"Tell me yourself, sweetheart. Are you worthy of living?"

The question sets Kiera off. Yes, she's a maid and if anything, her life has been nothing but miserable ever since but that still wasn't enough reason for her to go about regretting her existence. Even though ever since she's been here; she's been facing nothing but hates, lack of attention, hunger, despise but yet again, she hasn't seen any of it the reason for her to question her existence.

Her breathing stopped when his finger came over her face, tilting her jaw up for better view of her face.

"No response? When I talk, you don't keep mute but respond. Alright?"Staring into her eyes, he stated and as a bile arises in her throat, she gulped and cautiously nodded her head. Seemingly satisfied, he slightly smiled and backed away, crossing his arms and watching her next move.

Now she started thinking- should she give me a true reply or just lie? Should she lie her way through and just escape. Well, maybe