Angel's POV
The head maid keeps taking me through different corridors, and I follow closely behind her. I’ve just finished my bath, and I know she’s taking me to meet the other maids and serve me some food.
A smile lingers on my face, fueled by the head maid's earlier words. I’m going to be Venom's personal slave, and I can’t shake the thoughts swirling in my mind about how I might get my revenge on him.
"We're here," the head maid announced, and I lifted my gaze to find myself met with a sea of hostile eyes, each one piercing me like daggers. A wave of fear washed over me.
Around the dining table sat nearly twenty maids, all of them glaring at me with palpable hatred, as if they wished to strangle me on the spot. I couldn’t quite grasp the situation, but it was clear they despised me,
