Diane's POV
“Diane, you filthy b***h! What are you still doing in bed?!” Mara’s voice thundered from outside the door, jolting me from my sleep.
The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t need to glance at the wall clock to know I had slept so long and woken up far too late. I was supposed to be up before the sun even rose.
Sunlight was radiating bright into the room through the slightly opened window— daybreak long passed, far beyond the time I was to supposed to start my house chores.
"That foolish girl thinks this is her father's house, huh?!" I could hear Mara snarl and my heart dropped to my stomach.
Mara’s voice had always sent chills down my spine. In the six days I had been here, life had been nothing short of hell.
She was the devil incarnate, sent to tor
