Chapter Thirty-two

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ZOEY'S POV "Finally for once in your miserable life, you should be proud of yourself that you can be useful to me and not just eat and drink my food in vain?" My mistress cried out which shocked me further. Someone should tell me this is a joke, that they were making a fake prank in order to get to me. How can my mistress sell me? I know that she hated me but... I tried to fake that they were making a skit but at the end of the day, my smile was completely frozen and I knew they weren't joking. "Why?" My voice trembled, and my stomach churned in fear. I had the feeling that Roselyn was a sadist, how can my mistress sell me to her? My body trembled in fear as she eyed me up and down with a sinister smirk that seemed to say 'You're mine now, so I can do whatever I think is right with y

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