ndedly cooked his breakfast in the kitchen. Jeff didn't want his breakfast to be monotonous, so I had to spend a lot of time on satisfying

to speak. He probably wanted to beat me to show punishment, but he probably thought that I was indeed making breakfast for him, so the hand he had just raised put down again. Instead, there was a chattering urging, "Hurry up! I have something important to do today. So I need to go out to downtown. Don't delay my schedule bec

mean? If I find you are not here when I get home from downtown, then you know what will happen. DO NOT try to escape, anytime,Ellen." H

eemed to be satisfied with this sumptuous meal because he would always complain after the meal about how bad the food I cook did not meet his requirements. After breakfast, he went out. Befo

at the ceiling quietly, and then at the wall of my bedroom. It looked as if there were nail marks on it. Nail? Thinking of this, my back seemed to ache again. The nail marks on the wall may be left over after J

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Seeing that I was a little out of breath, Jeff hurried over to check if I was Okay. "The little guy kicked you!" He put his hand on my stomach and said, "Can you feel him?" I nodded, then corrected him and said, "Now we are not sure if it is a SHE or HE. . If you say that for the little princess, she will be angry!" Jeff laughed, "Yes, my queen!"

." Then he closed the door of my room. After confirming that he was leaving, I sat up with difficulty. I opened my closet and took out a small box in the innermost drawer with a necklace inside. I clenched the necklace tightly and s