r into her skin, making it itchy and reddened. Her breath remained uneven as fear clawed its way through her lungs. Her question hung in the air, she swallowed softly as she w

sing the bell, the door shot open and a woman in her mid forties shoved her head out, her hair pulled into a tight silver bun while her emerald eyes gleamed brightly at their presence. "Welcome Master," she greeted with a polite nod, and excused herself from the entrance as he held her tightly and walked in. "Shall I prepare the west wing?" she asked, Aria's eyes scoured through the opulent view of the house, the chandeliers, the portraits that seemed like four people only could carry. The dining that was lit with like almost ten candles with variety of meals , and the tall open windows with the moonlight shining through the dark demeanor of the house. "Put her in the velvet room," He urged, her head snapped back to his command. "She's yours until I say otherwise. Feed her, give her a bath and don't let her out of your sight." He releases his grip on her, Aria's throat tightened as her stomach churned, he talks about her like she was some dog or cat. "As you wish, Master." The woman gave a small bow. Then she stepped forward, "I'm Doris, dear. Come along. You'll feel much better once you're clean." Aria looked back at him, his intense stare sent shivers through her. His hands pocketed into his suit pants, and he watched as Doris held her by the shoulder. She turned back and followed doris, her barefoot padded softly on the shiny marble floors of the hall way lit by two chandeliers. "I can bathe myself," Aria halted the moment they were nearing a king sized bathroom with scented candles lit around it. There was a hot tub the size of a hot spring, steaming with perfumed water. Scented oils wafted in the air, it almost didn't feel like she was a prisoner. Doris turn