Tricia POV

Getting home, I dropped my small bag on the couch and took my seat.

"Like a queen," I heard Morgan.

I looked sideways and saw him folding a belt in his hands. Does he want to whip me with the belt like a criminal?

I got up to my feet and gave him a stern look. After all, he could only cripple me or kill me. If he does nothing of such, I still have my chance to escape this place that seems to me like a prison.

"Morgan!" I called.

"I told you that you would be punished ...