Semua Bab Sold to Mr. Mafia: Bab 11 - Bab 13

Iris “Ouch! Shit!” I screamed as I rolled off the bed, slamming my back against the ground. I groaned, standing up and trying to sit back on the bed when I realized I was in a strange room. Wait—wasn’t I supposed to be…? Oh no! Realization hit me as soon as I recalled what had happened last night. I needed to get back to the basement before Damon returned. Panicking, I quickly ran out of the room, only to freeze when I saw Damon sitting on the couch, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. His sharp gaze shifted from the newspaper to me. My instincts made me step back. His cold eyes were terrifying, like they could burn straight into my soul. “G-Good morning, M-Master,” I stammered, struggling to form words as nervousness gripped me. “Come here,” Damon’s cold voice resounded in the quiet room. I hesitated. Why was everything so silent? Th

Iris pov"Get lost!" Damon yelled, shoving me directly to the floor. I stumbled, my knee hitting the edge of the table."Argh, shit!" I couldn't help screaming in pain. Damon walked out with an angered expression.Why was he so angry? I hadn't done anything. I couldn't help crying out loud as my knee began to ache. It felt like my bones were breaking off as I stood up.Limping to my room, I wore another maiden dress to quickly make dinner for Damon. It was the first time I'd cooked in such a huge kitchen, and using an automatic fire was a novelty. It happened to light up without doing anything. I seized the impulse to place my hands to check if it was real because I knew very well it would hurt me.I was determined to make nice food with my favorite recipe. I was so happy after leaving the church. I hadn't cooked and was given different disgusting food in the slave hall.After several washings of the veggies, I sliced them perfectly thin. I could remember how Miss Manthra would pick a