17: New Friends?

The following nights in Armando's mansion went on like that. He would call her in at night and then some other maid would come in, and he would use them as a mere toy to fulfill his wishes.

To Leonor, she wasn't being used. Only punished.

When the truth was, she was also being used because her presence gave him more and more pleasures with just her presence. That particular morning, Leonor's heart felt heavy as she woke up late, Again. She stretched out on the bed and rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the remnants of sleep.

She suddenly remembered what had happened last night. It was the same as every other night: she would stand in Armando's room, silent and still, while he was with other women. She couldn't get the moans, the grunts and sex sounds out of her head. It was something she was unable to get used to, and it made her feel empty inside and slightly traumatized too.

She sighed as she just decided to get on with her day, and prepare to loathe her nights. Where she never