"Master, it’s fine. I…" Cecilia started.
"I did not give you permission to speak," Jonathon snapped, cutting Cecilia off. Beatrice smirked at her, and Cecilia quickly closed her mouth and dropped her head. Her nose flared in anger as Jonathon spoke to her like she was an insolent child.
"You don’t get to tell me what is and is not fine. I see that the pet mother didn’t train you well. I’ll have to rectify that," Jonathon continued.
Cecilia paled at hearing his words. She had been right all along. This man was a monster just like the rest of them. She bit her lip to keep from crying in anger.
The previous slave, along with another, was dragging a girl, who was hopelessly crying which brought the attention of everyone in the dining hall. It didn’t take long for the other slaves
