I dashed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. My hands were flung on my chest, and my eyes were as wide as day. I turned to face the door, panting really hard.
What was wrong with that man? I hate him so much. First, he called me to his room. One thing he has never done since I knew him. On his first day at the Crimson Red mansion, I offered to help him unpack and do other tasks, but he rudely kicked me out of his room and accused me of smelling bad.
Now, he has acted so nice and even asked me to choose what he would put on. That has never happened before, and it was not supposed to happen. He asked me to do something I was uncomfortable with, but he acted like it was no big deal. Little did I know he was planning to harm me and place the blame on me.
That was all he knew
