13• Micah.

"What's ROP?" I asked cluelessly staring at him.

"The underground room." He replied with a masked expression.

"Why?" I questioned raising an eyebrow at him but the question seemed to have annoyed him as I watched him close his eyes before opening them at me and he said.

"Will you do as you're told?" Sullivan said with a cold look at me. I scoffed looking sideways and I saw the brunette-haired maid walking towards us.

I glanced at Sullivan. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but someone is coming," I said hoping he would get back to his act so I could just flee away from him but is that even possible when I have to be his assistant twenty-four seven?

I was expecting him to have started his dancing of eyeballs and acting nervous but I was surprised to see Sullivan still staring coldly at me even when the brunette-haired maid entered the kitchen.

I glanced at the maid who gave an unusual bow at Sullivan and I couldn't be more surprised when he instructed the maid. "Get her ready, in ROP. You have twenty minutes." Sullivan instructed. Without sparing me a look, he walked away afterward and I had no idea I had begun widening my eyes in shock.

What the hell just happened? Does she know that he's not a true autistic patient? Or that he has an underground sex room in his bedroom!

"Follow me." The maid commanded but I wasn't making a move. "You heard the instructions right and you don't want to know what happens if you disobey right?" The maid snapped at me and I was left speechless.

"You---how?" I managed to make an incomplete statement when she suddenly pulled my wrist and began dragging me to the staircase, she was even stronger than I am with her hard hands that had me thinking if she was a gym teacher.

Before I could retaliate to what was happening, I was already in Sullivan's bedroom and the maid locked the door. "What the fuck is going on here?" I asked at once wondering if the Italian maid would even understand how frustrated I was becoming.

"Come with me." The maid ignored my question with her Italian accent and walked to the bookshelf.

She even knows the secret button leading to the underground room. Oh! Sweet Christ. Who knows if the rest of the family knows about it as well but is only pretending not to?

I looked back at the bedroom door and I was about to run over to it to my room or anywhere they won't find me when the godforsaken Italian bitch pulled my hair and I was dragged backward.

"Ah-ah!" I groaned as she dragged my hair and I walked with her on the iron steel staircase until we reached the so-called ROP!

Room of pleasure, indeed! I thought reading the room name which was inscribed at the top of the cage as if it was a tradition of the Italians.

"And don't tell me, I'm fucking him entering there like some caged helpless animal," I say taking a glimpse at the maid who wasn't even smiling at me.

"You will when he wishes to have rough sex with you. Don't let me tell you the details yet." The maid answered and I was wowed at how she answered my question. "Master Sullivan is not at all gentle with ladies, but I guess he is with you." She added walking over to the wardrobe beside the bed.

"Strangling me, you call that gentle?" I scoffed reminiscing about how Sullivan had strangled me when he first introduced me here at that moment I was sure he could have killed me if we had not been under his parents' roof.

Such monster!

"Has he ever tied you to a hot bathtub and made you lick him?" She asked bringing my attention to her before opening the wardrobe

"How's that even possible." I laughed rolling my eyeballs against her wondering how in the world she knows so much about him.

She turned to me holding a strip dress that was both backless and revealing, and that's my kind of clothes. I grinned secretly.

"You will wear this for the striptease." The lady said and I almost burst out laughing at how she said the word.

"Isn't to just have sex and---"

"Tear yourself down." The brunette-haired lady commanded even before I could complete my words and I gave her an inquisitive look. "I mean peel off your clothes." She said.

"Don't tell me I'm trying this on while you're here?" I scorned.

"What? You're fucking ashamed to?" She fired at me. "I heard you were a sex slut in New York. Now, act like one." She threw the dress at me and I huffed about giving her some American rude words when she suddenly hurried away as if aware that my words might hurt the hell out of her ugly face.

I watched her leave before picking up the clothes.

Thank goodness I'm used to dresses like this, or else I might have just freaked out at how revealing it was. I said to myself as I began wearing the dress.

When I finished wearing the dress which was only covering my private part and breast. My ass, and even intermammary sulcus was naked.

The dress was with ropes which I first tied around my neck, then my tummy, and arm.

The maid walked back in and took a from-toe-to-head look at me. "Good." No doubt, she loves my appearance if she was a lesbian she would have probably given Sullivan no chance of sleeping with me. My thoughts licked in while I watched her walk to the wardrobe and open the iron doors bringing out cowboy boots and a dildo.

I smirked at her as she walked back to me. "Wear this." She stretched out the boot for me. "And use this for the striptease." She gave me the dildo. "Be gentle. Or else you might end up being unable to sit for a week." She said like a piece of advice before walking out of the room again.

I breathed out and wore the boot which stopped on my kneel.

I grabbed the pink dildo and closed my eyes, as if meditating, and when I opened my eyes. I was ready to striptease the hell out of Master Sullivan!