Charlotte’s POV
“You think you deserve better than what you’ve got?”
The Head Slave left the doorway and stepped into the room further, intentionally butting into my personal space. Their teeth bared in a smile that was anything but friendly. I could see the hatred in their eyes clear as day.
“I saw you out there during the reception, pretending like you were such hot s**t,” they crooned as their hands crept towards me, “but we both know you’re nothing. You’re just dirt.”
I turned my head away from them as they slid closer.
“Oh yes, you’ve got a nice punishment coming,” their words sent a shudder of apprehension through me. I had been subjected to their ‘punishments’ too many times already.
“You’re coming with me,” they crowed, seizing onto my arm and hauling me towards the door,
