Chapter 13 Don't Keep Master Waiting

• The bold maid stood above her, arms folded, lips curved in a slow, cruel smile. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t have to. Her words were enough to flay Isadora open where she lay.
• “You still think you’re a person,” the maid said softly, almost gently, like she was speaking to a slow, stupid child. “You still think you’re something more than the mess leaking between your legs.”
• Isadora whimpered, a broken little sound, so small it barely made it past her swollen, cum-streaked lips.