The w***e house smells like flesh and s*x. The smell travels all the way up to the attic. I scrunch my nose, trying to avoid the smell. Just then, the door to the attic opens and master walks right in.
I haven’t seen master in a few days. Usually, he is a daily visitor. But not recently.
He seems to be on edge, angrier than usual. His eyes flare up as he crosses the room to my side. I’m sitting on the bare floor, with my arms wrapped around my legs. I’m wearing a flimsy slip of a dress that hangs off one shoulder. This dress is strategic. It’s so flimsy, it makes it easy for master to take it off. Like now.
“Anna.” That’s the name master gave me, right after he brought me to the w***e house. Since then, I’ve lived to serve him. To service his every s****l whim and desire. I’ve had maste
