I had to spend a whole week at Friederich's house, no matter how much I wanted to leave and go on with my life as if that stab had never happened.The problem was that my master's private doctor thought that the wound needed care, although the painkillers were anesthetizing me and keeping me well, not to mention that all rest would be necessary so that the stitches did not open. I couldn't go against the opinion of a doctor who seemed to have years of experience, and I didn't want to upset my master, so I simply agreed to stay.Worst of all was not that social isolation that I hated so much, but also the fact that my master did not attend my room with the intentions I would like. Of course, he didn't spend a day without visiting me, wanting to know how I was, how I felt. Of course, he kept worrying and showing that he would do his best so that I could be one hundred percent as soon as possible. But what I really wanted, he didn't give it to me.And I wasn't having enough courage to sa

"If you don't feel ready to continue with the relationship, just finish," I advised Madeleine, because I was already fed up with having to listen to her medalists about the boyfriend who kept hesitating and needed frequent scares from my bodyguards to learn how to treat my sister. "Maddie, I don't even understand why you asked me for advice, knowing that I don't have a relationship with anyone.”"Oh, of course, and I was born yesterday," she grumbled, snorting softly. I knew she would hit the key again for the day I abandoned her to find out if Rebecca was okay. "I'm absolutely sure you have a girlfriend who is a super famous model and doesn't want the world to find out. So far, it's okay, I agree. The world is full of envious people. But, fuck, Fred, I'm your sister. I have to know about the gossip of your life. It's a basic rule. It's in the bible.”"You've never read the Bible, Maddie.”"Yes, but I know the words of the Lord and I know that he would like all his children to be unit

I had just knocked down one of the vases from the coffee table in the living room, when I passed quickly from the kitchen to climb the stairs to the bedroom, when Fred's door opened in the office.My master had his eyes slightly reddish, which made me think at the same time of a very big tiredness. He seemed entirely exhausted, as if the day had sucked each of his energies. I didn't want to be the one that would bring the most problems, but I had the constant habit of getting involved in them.When he approached the room that had already triggered the motion sensor to turn on the light, I was kneeling and reaping the hollows of the expensive and old vase that was in the center of the room. My master stood next to the couch, watching me as if wondering why I was giving myself the job of collecting something unrepaired."I was..." I stuttered, with no answers. "It was by accident, master.”"Don't worry, Babygirl," he said, calm down. Then he glanced towards the bands on my exposed belly

"At the moment, I just want to enjoy a little. What do you think? "I blinked at her."Drink? Dance? Or flirting? I saw several cats around here. "She cast a few glances at the guests around, excited.For a moment I thought she had forgotten that we were at a company party, and constantly being watched by the owner."Calm down... these men here are not up to us. The only ones who serve us are Isaac, and Harvey. "I pointed my head at the two thin and clumsy boys who were a few meters away from us."Oh, not for all the drink in the world. "And Elizabeth took her eyes towards the boys and then smiled. His joy was contagious."I think we should just drink a little, or at least get away from so many well-dressed people.”I was referring to all the elegant women I've never seen inside the company, thinking they would certainly be the wives of the guests. Or even partners. They all seemed rich and sophisticated.I wondered what my life would be like. Next to a rich and famous man, I soon died

I threw my cell phone hard on the floor. I needed to break something, and I could always buy another case if it really broke. I couldn't stand to feel the same pain as Rebecca when she asked to be punished. Because I had already realized that it wasn't right since the last two months.Even though I wanted everything to be done responsibly, I still felt the need to have it, but not for a contract. I wanted you to give yourself to me by will, not by benefit, not because I thought I could provide that reverse therapy of your traumatized head.I saw the pain in her eyes, and she already knew what I felt for her, and her eyes were always sad. Sad because she couldn't reciprocate, she couldn't love me, and because she knew that sadomasochism was a limit to me, especially when used negligently.Taken by anger, I threw another object from the top of my table, listening to the snap in contact with the floor. It had been past 5 a.m., and I hadn’t closed my eyes. My head hurt a lot, and I let my