I smashed my feet on the remaining drug that my head servant had gotten for me years ago. I was so disappointed that after all the efforts to see that everything went through the previous night, the drug didn't work out, despite it not having expired.
For heaven's sake, what would I do to Samson to get him to his knees before me?
I had thought it was the drug at work before I got to him, not knowing he was just drunk. The way he shoved me away from himself, and I found myself wincing in pain on the floor, was one thing I wasn't sure I would ever forget.
What does he even take me for? Am I that disgusting that touching him was even a huge crime?
‘The next time you try this, I'll strangle you to death myself,’ he had warned me before leaving his room for me to stay alone.
I bit my fing
