Chapter 3 Leaving Home

• In agony, she opened her eyes. As her emerald eyes met his steel-gray ones, she realized she had made a grave mistake by signing those papers. This man was nothing short of a devil.
• She struggled to maintain eye contact with him, as that was his desire, but the agony made it nearly impossible even to think. The pain he caused her was no accident.
• His hands encircled her neck as if to strangle her. She clenched her fist as it slowly constricted around her neck. This man was going to end her life, and not even her father could intervene.
• "Good!" He was content that she was now fixated on him. This was just the beginning of what he had in store for her. He intended to make her suffer. He intended to make her plead.
• "Do you understand why you're coming with me?"
• She attempted to shake her head, but his firm grip kept her neck in place. She had been afraid of him before. But now, seeing the hatred in his eyes, she was even more terrified.
• "Speak with your lips, bitch!"
• "No, sir!" Her voice echoed in her ears. She sounded just as she appeared. Like an angel. An angel who would soon be in hell.
• His brows furrowed menacingly, "Sir? Did I just hear you call me sir? Didn't you read the contract you signed?" He released her neck and snatched the paper from the table, shoving it in her face. "Here, this is what it says. You're my slave now! I own you. When I say jump, you jump. When I tell lie down, you lie down."
• To prevent further pain, she stuttered, "Y-ye-yes, sir."
• He chuckled, "Don't call me sir, slave. Call me Master. Yes, Master! Understand?"
• She nodded her head once more, feeling fear creep up inside her. As she saw his hand raised, she closed her eyes tightly and whispered, "Yes."
• Instead of his hand striking her, he gently fixed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at the frightened girl in his grasp.
• "Good girl," he murmured before releasing her, causing her to slump back into the chair. He then tenderly brushed her cheek. "Wipe your tears," he commanded, relishing in the disarray of her face and the way her nipples perked up. Thoughts of how he would use her danced in his mind. She was his plaything, and he would do as he pleased with her.
• Her father seemed unfazed by it all, leaving Maya feeling utterly betrayed. What had she gotten herself into? She had a sinking feeling that it would only lead to ruin.
• "Go pack your things and wait in the car for me. You have ten minutes, not a second more. Understood?"
• "Yes, Master," she replied, wondering if that would be her only response to him from now on like a puppet. She fought back tears, knowing they would only provoke more pain from him.
• With a bowed head, she exited the room. The ache in her body was overwhelming; even her hair felt like a tangled mess on her head.
• Once in her room, she collapsed to the floor and wept, tears streaming down her face.
• Dora, an elderly servant, entered, and upon seeing Maya, her face softened with compassion. She was the only one who treated Maya like a human being in that house. Kneeling, she embraced the girl. "It's alright, Maya. It's not the end of the world," she reassured, though even she doubted her own words. The Don was ruthless. The poor girl stood no chance against his cold heart. Dora shook her head in sorrow.
• "H-he's gonna kill me, Dora, he wants to kill me," Maya exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear.
• Dora held Maya tightly, comforting her, "Don't worry, there's nothing we can do about it now. I'll pray for you."
• Suddenly, Maya jolted up. The Don had given her only ten minutes to pack, and she didn't want to face any mistreatment from him.
• "We've packed everything we thought you might need. It's all in the car, waiting for you," Dora assured her, bringing a sense of relief.
• Maya stepped outside and saw three limos waiting. Her eyes met Damon's, now her Master, sitting in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed ahead. Despite the cold night, she felt sweat dripping down her body.
• Uncertain whether she should join him on the same ride, she noticed her bags lying on the ground near the limo's booth. Gathering her courage, she approached one of the men and asked, "Why is my luggage on the floor, sir?"
• "The boss said you won't be needing them," came the chilling reply.
• Her heart sank. She strolled at first but quickened her pace when her Master grew impatient. Finally, she closed the car door behind her.
• Damon glanced at her briefly, then turned his attention back to the front. Maya stared out of the window, catching a last glimpse of the beautiful house she had called home her entire life. Anna stood at her bedroom window, wearing a mischievous smile.
• "Start the car, let's go," Damon barked, breaking the silence.
• Maya shivered at the sound of her voice. A smile crept across his face as he realized he had her right where he wanted her. She was terrified now, and he hadn't even begun yet.
• The car pulled out of the gate as Maya bid her final farewell to her home.
• They traveled in silence. She traveled in silence, absorbing her voice as he barked orders into his phone.
• After a long journey, they arrived at an enormous mansion with towering gates and fences. It dwarfed her father's home, and her jaw dropped in amazement.
• As they stepped out and approached the door, a girl of her age suddenly ran up and embraced Damon with joy. He hugged her back lovingly. Maya recognized her from the party. She didn't know her name, but she remembered her in tears. She was Don's sister.
• He gently stroked her hair. The girl was eighteen.
• "You left without saying goodbye. Derinem will soon replace you as my favorite brother," she teased.
• He chuckled, "We'll have our outing another day, Maria. I had important business to attend to today."
• Maria's gaze fell on the girl beside her brother, noticing her sad and frightened expression. There was a mark on her neck as if someone had choked her.
• "Who is she?" Maria pointed at Maya.
• "She's the new servant," Damon replied, unaware that his sister was still awake. He didn't want her to see Maya, especially since she was not in this state.
• Maria inquired about her name in a friendly manner.
• Maya felt Damon's intense gaze on her and whispered her name.
• Damon interrupted, stating that there was a better time for introductions, and instructed Maya to follow him.
• Maya complied, knowing that following her Master's orders was crucial for survival in that place.
• He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, swiftly locking the door behind her.
• She stumbled, feeling the sting on her cheek from his forceful grip. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to compose herself.
• "Why did you tell her your name without my permission, huh? You stupid bitch!" he spat, his voice filled with anger.
• She remained silent; her head bowed in shame.
• He yanked her up by her clothes, causing her to gasp in fear. His eyes bore into hers, a warning evident in his gaze. "One more slip-up, Maya," he warned in a low voice, "and you'll regret it. Got it?"
• Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Yes, Master."