The punishment

Maxwell went to the kitchen cupboard, and it was full of groceries. He opened the fridge, and there was meat, eggs, milk, and everything she could possibly need.

“There's plenty of food in the cupboards, and in the fridge. I don't understand your complaint.”

“It was your wife, wasn't it? She had the staff who were serving me taken away.”

“Anna is very wise. You have to understand that you're not here to be served, but to serve me.” Max preferred not to say that he was aware that she had sex with his cousin. “You must cook your own food until I arrange for the return of the staff, not for you, but for me. I don't want to kiss someone who smells of food. Now let's go. I want to test some trinkets on you to see if I like them and decide if I'll keep wearing them.”

Camille looked at him curiously and, with a debauched tone, stood up, as if this was about to end. She was really trusting that Max's cousin would free her at some point.

Camille was startled when she entered the