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!"