CHAPTER DXCXV

(TIME)

THE stage is set as the needed pieces are in place. In this little mini-play, HE draws the kind of smile that HE considers perfect with the words that he says.

“Shall we head on to the game?”

A few seconds of silence took place. With the pieces still head low and bowing. The definition of loyalty sounded.

“As you wish, Supreme One.”

Pauleen’s words, that proud tone, and the superiority complex that she is presenting in front and slapping it towards Valerie. Their little feud isn’t that unknown to HIM, nor the Mistress, and by the moment is rubbing the patience that Valerie has inside.

“That is enough, Pauleen.”

The familiar voice echoes, along with the steps that they knew. From the sim-lighted corner, she slowly appears and walks towards the side of the Master, with her face bright and with a sinister smile.

“Why did you stop her, Chie?”

The name that HE can only say with a casual tone and sometimes with superiority. All above an