Chapter 5 What He Wants

• Maya's POV
• I found myself sitting in the Master's room early in the morning, facing a captivating painting of a serpent-like creature. It had been a couple of weeks since I arrived at the mansion, and unfortunately, his treatment towards me hadn't changed.
• Despite everything, I had learned to respect him and obey his every command. I rarely left his room, and although I was provided with food, I couldn't help but notice that I had lost some weight.
• His treatment of me varied depending on his mood. When he was angry, I would hide in a corner of the room, hoping he would forget about my presence. Unfortunately, that tactic didn't always work.
• On the other hand, when he was in a good mood, he would draw me closer, showering me with kisses and playing with my hair as if I were a doll. It was a strange dynamic.
• One of his peculiar rules was that I had to sleep naked. I never questioned it, fearing the consequences of disobedience.
• The mistreatment continued, leaving my lips bruised and my face swollen. No amount of makeup could hide the dark circles under my eyes.
• Every day, I couldn't help but curse Anna. What was she doing in my room? I blamed myself even more for putting it all down on paper, even though I had no intention of sharing it with anyone or involving the police.
• As the door swung open, the Master entered the room. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw me standing there, completely exposed.
• My cheeks flushed with heat, and I couldn't meet his gaze. He hadn't come home last night, and his white shirt was stained with blood. I couldn't help but tremble involuntarily as I tried to read his expression, but it was useless.
• He approached me and gently caressed my cheek with his bloody hand. I didn't need an explanation for his absence.
• "I had a terrible night, and you couldn't even welcome me at the door," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Kiss me," he demanded.
• I complied, kissing him as softly as I could, hoping it would end there. But then he grabbed the back of my neck and bit my lips.
• Feeling exhausted, I allowed him to do as he pleased. He always showed interest in kissing me but never made an effort to go any further despite insisting that I sleep naked.
• I let out a soft yelp when he bit my lower lip. When he finally released me, my lips were swollen and sore. He seemed pleased with the sight. He enjoyed my pain.
• "Go take a bath and put on something. I'll send someone to you in the next twenty minutes," he ordered.
• He left, and I let out a sigh of relief before preparing to take my bath. After finishing and still wrapped in a towel, there was a knock on the door.
• My heart skipped a beat. I knew I had been quick in getting ready, but there was no way twenty minutes had passed so soon.
• I opened the door to find a young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. She held a package and handed it to me. "Mr.Damon told me to give this to you."
• "Thank you," I said, surprising her with my gratitude. If only she knew how much lower I had fallen in society. At least she was paid for her work, while I... I was nothing more than a mere enslaved person.
• I shut the door behind me and slipped into the dress. It was a pale gown that revealed more skin than I was comfortable with. I let out a sigh, knowing that I was his plaything and there was nothing I could do about it.
• A knock interrupted my thoughts, and I opened the door to find the same girl standing there. "Mr. Damon wants you to come with me," she said.
• I followed her barefoot, realizing that I had nothing suitable to wear except for the extravagant high heels.
• She led me to the dining room, where Damon was waiting. He had changed into a casual polo shirt and jeans.
• There was a spread of delicious food on the table. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I stood near the table, waiting for his instructions.
• Damon leaned back in his chair; his gaze fixed on me. Then he straightened up and said, "Sit down and eat. You've been obedient this past week. You're allowed to leave the room now."
• His words took me aback. I was actually being allowed to eat.
• "Thank you, sir," I said gratefully as I sat down and eagerly began to devour the food in front of me. The flavors were divine, and I didn't care if I choked on it. I had been starving, and now my taste buds were reveling in this heavenly feast.
• Throughout the entire time, he never touched his food; he just kept staring at me. It made me feel self-conscious, causing me to drop my fork and knife.
• He reached into his pocket and pulled out my cell phone, placing it on the table. "Answer it," he said.
• I complied. I hadn't seen my phone since I arrived at the mansion, and I had no idea he had it all this time.
• "Two people have been calling your phone since you got here. Abby and Manuel. I want you to call them, put it on speaker, and relay everything I say to them. Now, do it."
• I swallowed nervously.
• I dialed Abby's number first.
• "Hey, honey! It's been two weeks and you haven't even bothered to answer your calls? Where have you been?"
• Abby was not only my coworker but also my only friend. I could hear the concern in her voice.
• "Tell her you're okay. Make it convincing," Master ordered.
• "I'm okay, Abby. I just needed some time alone. How are you doing?" I replied.
• Master's gaze remained fixed on me. He observed my every move. I was starting to feel scared, praying that it didn't come across in my voice.
• "Really? It's not like you to disappear without a word. No one has heard from you. Dora isn't saying anything, and you're saying you're fine?"
• I let out a forced chuckle. "You know, Abby, I'm actually fine. Things weren't going so great for me, so I decided to take a little break. Just needed some time away from Anna, you know?" I fibbed.
• Master seemed impressed. If I could keep this act up, I wouldn't be mistreated today.
• Abby let out a sigh. "Alright, if you say so. Let's meet up sometime and grab lunch together. Manager Dawn is considering kicking you out, so let's just have lunch. What do you think?"
• I glanced at Master.
• "Tell her you'll be ready when she is, but not this week."
• "Not this week, Abby, but sometime soon."
• "Okay, bye."
• The call ended.
• He smiled at me. "Good job, now call the next person."
• My hands trembled as I dialed Manuel's number.
• Master's gaze never left me. My stomach churned with anxiety. I prayed that Manuel wouldn't answer.
• But then he did...
• "Hey, Barbie," my boyfriend answered. "You've been gone for two weeks."
• I slowly looked up at Master's face. His eyes were filled with anger. I sat there, trembling, waiting for his command. He didn't seem pleased at all.
• Then his voice thundered.
• "Break up with him!"