The whole blood was drenched from Arya’s face. She was unable to say anything. She was just sitting there limp with Mr Reyes looking at her all the time. Arya managed to compose herself after the first shock.
“I finished, Master, can I go back to my room?”
“Yes Arya. On the bed I put a new dress for you. Put it on in the evening, we will be leaving at five pm.”
So early was Arya’s thought.
“Be sure to wear that collar too, it looks nice on your neck.” He added.
“Of course Master.”
Arya stood up and left the room. Fuck him. What an unimaginable asshole. She could laugh at herself, there she was just a moment before thinking about confessing how she felt willing to give him a second chance or something like that. Mr Silas Reyes was right. She was and still is stupid and naive.
She reached her room, there on the bed was a big box. Should she open it? See how is he willing to see her? No she didn’t feel like it.
It was nine am. She had eight hours. She sat down on the sofa thinking
