My Bully
The anger inside me was boiling over, and I knew I couldn't go home just yet.
Instead, I made my way to my slave house, where I was greeted by the bowing guards. As I entered the selection room, my right-hand man, Toby, greeted me with a smile.
"I'm so happy to see you again, sir," he said, looking up at me with admiration.
"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked him sharply, my anger still simmering just beneath the surface.
"No, sir," he replied quickly, bowing his head once again.