Chapter 87: Hell Week Day 01: His Maid Part lll

    He pulled an aggressive drag to my hair as we went to his bed. "Ngaaaah! Forgive me, please, Lord Damon. Believe me. It is not easy to clean your empire or house or mansion. It is so wide and big for me," trying to tell him my reasons for not accomplishing his task. 

    His steps were so fast so I too need to fasten my crawling. My knees are turning red as tomatoes color. "Excuses. Excuses. Excuses. Shut up lazy whore before I'll stitch your mouth with the usual thread," he said. That frightened me a bit.  

    As we head closer to his bedroom, I sobbed hard. The feeling of being low and a slave is what I am feeling right now. My heart is aching deeply as emotions of mine were peaking through every vein of my heart. My palm became sweaty. Body quivering. And... cold air is brushing my hole. 

    Dr. Karsyn opened the wood door with the same triskele emblem. Almost all