Ophelia's Pov
We were back at his family manor, and he made me wear my heels without uttering a word. He had been cold ever since the drive, even as he unlocked the chain he had used to tie my hands. However, he left it on one of my wrists, holding it firmly as he made me walk with him, like a slave to its master.
“You will introduce yourself like a good girl, and we’ll start your punishment after that,” he added, not giving me a glance as we made our way back into the room. The guests had all left, and the maids were now cleaning up.
We made our way to a large dining room, where a group of people sat having dinner. Familiar faces greeted me—his sister, his father (the one he’d pulled a gun on), and an older woman whose relation to him I couldn’t quite place.
Heads turned to us as we t
