Chapter 22: Serving dinner

I stormed back to my room with the start of the rain wetting my hair again.

He took me away from my home and expected me to listen to everything he had to say. No, not say. He ordered. He demanded. I was a slave for these people. But he was a danger. A demon. A monster. His eyes were pitch black and I didn't have a doubt he would really punish me for a misstep. I didn't want to be the object of his fury.

"Elle." Guela's voice made me falter in my steps. I just walked past her without even realising. "Hi." Was my short answer. She frowned at me. "You have to get ready. You're serving dinner in an hour. One girl has been called as toy." Guela ordered me. "Excuse me?" I asked her. Surely I heard that wrong. She looked at me weirdly. "Dinner? Is that not a human word?" She asked me. My mouth hung open. I looked at the walls, and then back at her. "I know what dinner is. I don't understand the 'you're serving' part. I'm not a waitress." I clarified to her.

"You kinda are. You're serving wi