Third Person POV
Rosalie had never felt so miserable or so low. Not once had Lucian stepped in to stop Katya from making Rosalie have to fulfill her orders. At one stage, she’d deliberately dropped her cutlery on the floor and made Rosalie get on her hands and knees to pick it up, putting her foot on Rosalie’s back and digging the heel in as she’d cried out in shock. Lucian had blinked at the sound and for a moment his eyes had gone clear, but then Katya had said something to him and he had gone silent and back to eating like a robot.
Katya stood up and looked at Rosalie who was a mess by now, her hair full of tangles, messy, her dress covered in stains and crumpled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. A smirk came over her face and a look of triumph. She had managed to crush this slut’
