Daddy Issues

DARINA

My head still hurt where that bitch clubbed me with her gun. I touched the bump lightly and cringed. At least I got all the blood out of my hair. My door slid open, and I saw Nico in my mirror. My heart leapt in my throat; his expression looked so dark. I sat, frozen, on the dressing table seat my hand holding the brush suspended in mid-air. Unsure if I should kneel or what.

His hands were on my forearms before I could blink.

“Master?” I croaked my throat dry all of a sudden. Thank goodness I was already dressed.

“It’s time I started training you, my little fox. Last night was just a bit of fun. But now the real fun begins.” He said, looking at me sternly. “First thing I told you when I enter a room where you are, what was it?” he asked.

I gulped. Shit. He came in so unexpectedly I became flustered. “I… I had to kneel and look at the ground?” I asked.

His hands tightened on my arms. “So, tell me, Darina? Why didn’t you do it?”

“You startled me.” I watched his eyes in the mirro