Dread thickens in my stomach and immediately, I revert to the Maya that this monster spent eighteen years creating.Submissive.Quiet.Obedient.And self-blaming even though none of this is my fault.Not my birth, not Mother's death and I can bet my womb that whatever it is he's pissed off about right now isn't my fault either.Yes, even though he was smiling widely, I knew he was angry.The signs are there.His hands are wedged on his waist, his foot tapping the tiled floor and his eye, the left one, nearly blinking but never fully.When I got close enough, he crossed the distance and pulled me by my hand, rough and aggressive, into a room nearby.It was a storage room, but three times bigger than the one I lived in back at Greyhound Pack.“Maya!” He growled, slamming the door behind him, “Is my nose itching so much from all these spices everywhere or is that your virginity I still smell?”“Sir –”“No wait, I get it. The Iron Claw Pack is so advanced that they've found another way to
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