The next morning, I was woken up with a cold feeling on my body. For some reason, I felt wet. My eyes fluttered open, confusion swirling in my mind. What had happened?
As my gaze settled, I found myself face-to-face with Lucy. She had a sinister smile stretching across her face, holding a bottle of water.
I looked at my clothes and that was when I realized that I was soaking wet. She definitely emptied the contents of the bottle on me.
“Lucy?” I whispered, the remnants of sleep clinging to my voice. “What are you doing?”
“It’s Miss Lucy to you,” she replied. Her voice was filled with so much superiority that it made me want to puke “I’m your master now, or have you forgotten?”
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. Of course, I hadn’t forgotten. How could I? Kyle had made it painfull
