Realizing, she immediately cleaned her face and fixed herself as he sat across from her. She

didn't want him to see her tears. He was her oppressor. Her culprit. And she didn't want to

feel weak infront of the person who was the cause of her trauma.

"The work you gave me is done, sir," she told in her quiet and raspy voice. She had to sleep

in his house last night since it was too late to leave his house.

"Hmm," he uttered, slightly nodding his head while his eyes were pinned on her, making ...