Gervais returned late that night and ordered me to come down for dinner. I was awaiting the snap of the devil, waiting for him to chain me, but nothing of that sort happened.
I went down for dinner, despite not being in the mood for it. My stomach churned with nerves. All day, I had tried to plot my escape, but none of them seemed practical. Knowing Gervais, he must have deployed men to keep eyes on me, to prevent another flight. I wouldn't put it past the devil.
He was sitting at the head of the table when I arrived. I expected to see Lya, parched on his thighs like always, but there was no sign of that slut. For the first time in forever, we were the only ones in the dining room.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or would you have a seat?” He questioned, his voice sounding ext
