Chain her.

In a one-bedroom apartment, seated there was a ginger head girl crouched in the corner of a dark room. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Her hair looked unkempt, she obviously hadn't bathed in days, and she was scratching her arm that was exposed due to the light sleeveless dress that she wore.

She was Rosa, Avery's Favourite Maid.

She raised her tear-streaked face as her eyes darted around the room. Guilt, Sadness, and Horror were evident on her face. She had done something. Something horrible.

She stopped her scratching and bit her lips to contain her sobs and she looked down at her hand and let out a wail as the tumbling body flashed before her eyes.

Why did she do it? Why couldn't she have rejected? She was now regretting it after Avery had ended up in the hospital. Yes, Avery wasn't dreaming, it actually happened. Avery had trusted her, Avery liked her above all maids and she repaid her this way?

Rosa knew sooner or later, she would be found. As much as she regretted it was as