After the wild sex, I endured the pain all over my body and stood up to serve William dress until he looked as elegant as before entering this room.
He was very satisfied with me tonight and said while patting my head, "Be good. I probably won't go back tonight. Have a good rest."
I rubbed his palm with my cheek, looking caring and obedient, which William loved most.
I knelt at the entrance and waited for a full half hour to make sure that he had gone far away and did not suddenly come back to check what his pet was doing before standing up with the help of the shoe cabinet.
I staggered to the bathroom.
The servant had already cleaned the bath and filled the bathtub with water before William left.
Staring at the large mirror in the bathroom, I found the bite mark on my collarbone looked more bruised.
That man left this disgusting thing on my body.
Considering William's bad mood last night, obviously, someone was going to be in big trouble.
I didn't care that the fat man who insulted me yesterday would be like under William's torture.
When lying in the bathtub, I rubbed my body harder and harder. My arms, which were already covered with bruises, turned red and looked even more horrible.
I couldn't help but think whether Grace went through all of these before.
Did she struggle alone in the endless abyss of despair and even choose to cut off all contact with me in order not to keep me out of these things...
I looked in the mirror and stared at a similar face to my sister.
For a moment, I seemed to really see her standing in front of me.
I was five years younger than Grace.
After our parents suddenly passed away, all their property was seized by our relatives. My sister and I immediately were reduced from the apple in my parents' palms to orphans whom everyone could bully.
In order to divide all our property, our relatives sent us all to an orphanage without saying a word.
At that time, Grace was only ten years old and was forced to take on the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister.
With scarce food in the orphanage, she went out to do odd jobs to buy me food.
It was cold in the orphanage at night, so she overlapped two blankets and held me tightly in her arms to coax me to sleep.
Whenever someone in the orphanage bullied me, she picked up a stick and guarded me.
She really tried so hard to imitate our parents and took good care of her ignorant five-year-old sister.