Diana I stacked the last dish onto the drying rack and wiped my hands on my dress, exhaling loudly. The room was finally clean...well, as clean as I could manage without scrubbing the floors until my fingers bled. Save for my room, I have never done this before, so it's impossible to quantify what serves as 'clean'. For a second, I just stood there, my arms limp at my sides. What now? I didn’t belong here. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. My entire life, I had been ignored, hated, or simply tolerated in my father’s house, but I still had a place there, even if it was at the bottom of everyone’s regard. Here, in this cold, eerie mansion with a man who could very well be my executioner, I had nothing. No role, no expectations...nothing except the nagging fear that my existence was balancing on a knife’s edge...and that edge was this man's will. The monster, the beast, whatever he was...hadn’t spoken since ordering me to clean. He had barely even ac
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