KASMINE.
I searched his eyes for any form of understanding, but there was none. All I saw was a cold, unfeeling man. It felt like I was standing before a stranger... Someone who fed on control.
"Kester!" My voice cracked, raw with desperation, as I tried to twist out of his iron grip. It was useless. He didn't even flinch, his smirk widening as he watched my futile struggle. His calm, collected demeanor only made my panic worse.
"I'll do anything you want. I swear. Just let me go," I cried.
Tears rolled down my eyes.
He tilted his head, "Anything?" He asked so casually, and I nodded frantically, my mind spinning.
"I'll never miss work again," I choked out, the words tumbling over one another in my desperation. "I'll never disobey you, Kester. I'll do your laundry. I'll cook for you..
