" You have 10 minutes. Wear the dress and a maid will escort you down. Do not be late, you do not want any more punishments Mikros. " He warns.

I nod, fearful.

" Am I clear Mikros? " He asks wanting a verbal reply.

" Yes, Elijah. "

" Master. " He grunts

" huh? " I look at him confused.

" You will address me as Master. It's high time you realize who owns you."

" Your...you don't own- " I reply obediently.

" Complete that sentence and see what I do to you. " He apprises malevolently.

He ...