ELEVEN – MISTRESS DUTIES

MIRA

My heart gets stuck in my throat at the brimming anger in his eyes. This is it. It's all over. After vowing never to become a pawn to any man ever again, I am suddenly at the mercy of the cruelest of them all.

"Put your clothes back on." He mutters tightly.

I pick the discarded coat with shaky fingers and thrust my hands through the sleeves. I belt the rope back in place and look back at him.

"Can I see my sisters now? When will you let them go."

"I will hold up my end of the deal and free them as soon as possible. But you will only get to see them when I want."

My heart falls.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?"

He folds his hands behind his back and walks to one of the mirrors screwed to the wall, his back to me.

"I knew you were amateur when you signed the contract without looking through it properly, or even showcasing interest to run it by a lawyer first. But that's okay."

"What are you saying?" My voice is shaky with nerves.

He heaves a breath and turns back to me, his eyes two