Spit on Damian!

Roy and Sira had separate workplaces. Roy worked as a bartender, which obviously put him in the front. While Sira was just a low-level employee assigned to the kitchen. 

"Thank goodness, Chef hasn't arrived yet," said Sira, relieved because the chef in the kitchen seemed to be later than her. 

"You must have woken up late," said a middle-aged man who suddenly appeared behind Sira. 

The girl tiptoed a little in surprise, "Sorry Chef. I won't do it again next time," replied Sira quickly. Her head was lowered, honestly she was very scared of the chef who seemed cold. 

"It's up to you. You better finish your work quickly before Mrs. Liem goes to angry," said the chef while taking a knife, preparing to slice the meat. 

Sira nodded obediently, although she didn't seem to care, but the chef secretly observed Sira's movements and felt sorry for Sira's fate in his heart. 

"You're the same age as my daughter, but your fate is really unfortunate," thought the chef as he continued his work. 

There was no conversation between the two of them. Sira focused on finishing her job as a dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen area. Until finally Mrs. Liem came and called Sira.

“Mr. Damian came. He asked me to take you,” Mrs. Liem said with an arrogant face.

The broom held by Sira immediately fell from her hand. Her body shook violently again, she was afraid to face Damian alone.

“Come on Liem. You are pushing Sira too much. She is just a kitchen employee, don’t use her as an entertainer too,” the chef scolded looking at Mrs. Liem.

“This is complicated Brian. You don’t know the reason, why I made her an entertainer. From her posture alone there is nothing attractive at all,” Mrs. Liem sneered in front of Sira.

The girl understood Mrs. Liem’s honest words, she had never been hurt by anyone who had insulted her physical appearance. But the main problem was, how could she avoid Damian.

Sira looked at Chef Brian’s face sadly, “I’ll go first Chef.” Sira’s steps followed where Mrs. Liem went. Sira was getting more and more scared.

“Damian is inside. He asked you to change into these clothes,” said Mrs. Liem handing over a black paper bag with a forced face. After Sira accepted it, Mrs. Liem immediately left. It was clear from the old woman's face that she did not like it if Sira was chosen by Damian, out of the many superior entertainers. 

Sira quickly changed her clothes. She was a little surprised by the open clothes on the bottom. But a little grateful because the dress she was wearing had long sleeves. So the bruises on her body were not visible. 

"Come in," said the guard who was on guard in front of Damian's door. Sira was only there for a few seconds, she took a deep breath. But the trembling in her body had not disappeared. 

Several times the guard glanced at Sira who had not entered, until a hand signal told Sira to immediately enter, only then did the girl enter Damian's room. 

"Gosh. This makes me dizzy," Damian muttered when he entered Damian's room which was filled with the smell of alcohol and also colorful lights. 

"Is that Damian," Sira thought looking for Damian's figure sitting alone on the long sofa. Just alone, no friends or partners. 

"Did you change clothes that long?" asked Damian in a deep voice. It seemed like he was drunk. 

“Sira! Do I have to force you to come closer?” Damian continued, slamming the glass towards Sira. The glass almost hit Sira’s head. 

The girl was shocked. Her body trembled even more, Damian was really cruel and temperamental, it made Sira even more afraid to approach. Sira was still in her place, while Damian was already growling angrily on the other end. 

“Do I have to repeat it?” Damian said again in a deep and cold voice.

Sira dared to step closer to Damian. She was very resigned, her body was cold and shaking. Even since earlier, Sira had been biting her lip non-stop. 

"What's the test of life this time," Sira thought, feeling very tired of her life. 

Quickly, Damian immediately pulled Sira's small body closer. Sure enough, Sira's body bumped into Damian's. Now in the dim light, their faces were close together. Their gazes met. Sira could even smell Damian's breath clearly. 

"Have you forgotten? You are my slave!" Damian whispered while pulling Sira's hair that was loose to her shoulders. 

"Ah .... It hurts. Please let go," Sira groaned, sounding very painful. Her head was throbbing hard. Damian's big hand pulled Sira's hair tightly. 

Damian smiled sarcastically, "It hurts? This is nothing!" Damian snapped, falling in front of Sira's face. The girl immediately closed her eyes. 

"What did I do wrong? I never even enjoyed Mario's wealth!" Sira answered with a trembling voice. She dared to open her eyes and stared sharply at Damian. 

"Or have you liked me all this time?" continued Sira with a mocking smile. 

"Bitch! There's no way I'd like an ugly girl like you!" Damian immediately let go of Sira's hair. 

"Finally I can breathe a sigh of relief," Sira thought, even though her head was still throbbing in pain. 

Damian shouted loudly, he was very emotional hearing Sira's words. 

"Damn girl! You're just my slave!" said Damian pulling Sira's clothes. Instantly the clothes ripped at the top. 

Sira tried to fight back. She tried her best to release Damian's hand. But the hand was too big and strong. Inevitably, Sira bit Damian's hand. 

Sira was quite surprised, her bite on Damian's hand did not make the man release his hand from Sira's clothes. 

"Why? Do you think I'll let go with this little bite?" said Damian bringing his face closer, he even smiled evilly. 

Sira's body shook violently. The deep voice reminded her of how Damian had raped her. 

"Please forgive me, Master." Sira lowered her head, she knew she had been wrong to fight Damian. 

Damian laughed loudly, he was very satisfied to hear Sira's groans of despair. Damian didn't even stop laughing. While Sira lowered her head in fear. The clothes covering her shoulders were torn, now Damian's hands began to explore Sira's body. 

"Forgive me, sir. Don't do that again, I beg you." Sira whimpered, she really hated it if she did it again. Moreover, Damian treated her roughly. 

"Who cares? Also who will help you?" Damian whispered with an evil smile full of victory. 

Sira was silent. It was useless if she fought back, it wouldn't work. Damian's hands began to explore Sira's body. The girl could only remain silent and close her eyes. Clear beads flowed down her cheeks. She really didn't accept it if Damian would touch her again this time. 

"Did you enjoy it?" Damian asked seeing Sira who had been silent all this time. 

Sira didn't answer, her eyes were still tightly closed. Her lips were tightly closed. She acted like a statue. That actually made Damian disgusted. 

"Slap!" 

Damian felt annoyed, he had just slapped Sira hard. The girl even fell to the floor. 

"This is nothing, my heart hurts more than this," Sira muttered trying to get up. 

Hearing that made Damian squint. His emotions were getting more and more inflamed. Only Sira, the woman who openly rejected Damian's invitation to make love. That made Damian feel insulted. 

"Don't play hard to get with me! I know you're the same as other women, right? You're actually happy, because I approached you. I didn't even hesitate to ask you to make love, right?" Damian raised his voice right in front of Sira's face. 

Unable to stand it, Sira reflexively spat on Damian's face and smiled sarcastically, "I don't want to make love to you! And I'm not your bitch!" Sira replied no less angry.