Chapter 13

This morning, Grace seemed to be huddled alone. Her body was still naked, but she seemed unwilling to cover her body. She hugged herself, her tears flowed endlessly and they dripped on the mattress she was sitting on.

Every single part of her body was aching, crushed, sore and sore. She saw that her wrist was not only bruised but had been scuffed in a very horrible way. She never expected to work at the Kyle family home turned out to be a depraved slavery after a few months. A job far from her imagination that she initially thought was boring. She was placed here to be a sex slave for a degraded man! He vented out all of his lust in a very terrible way by torturing his woman cruelly and savagely.

All that she ever wanted, if possible, was to have a very gentle lover, who was able to guide her who was still new to such things turned out to be something of the complete opposite. Yes, she was utterly false because what she was dealing with was not a human. Instead, an embodiment of a degeneracy.

Grace's body was trembling violently, she realized that she barely dared to close her eyes for even a second. She was afraid, and she was terrified that if she closed her eyes, that villainous wretch would come to attack her again and make her do her job of satisfying that monster with his horrible act again. After she saw how her nipples were burnt and swollen, her wrists and entire body crushed, she really couldn't imagine what else he would do to gratify that monster's endless lust.

And Grace didn't want her first experience with a man to end tragically like this.

Yes, she wanted to live everyday life like a normal couple. Dating a man who loves her so much, then the two decide to live together in a small apartment—spending winter nights together by mutually letting themselves get lost in the worldly desires. Not to be a subject of torment in the name of gratification.

Grace seemed to shift her hand, her fingers touching a small rectangular object. There was a piece of paper there too, which made Grace seem to be frowning in confusion. An ointment—appears to be with the same letter as usual. And Grace doesn't know, what's this drug in there for?

'Use this ointment to treat burns and cuts on your wrists, Grace. Really, I'm sorry about yesterday. I really didn't know you were a virgin. You know, it's an honor to be your first.'

Grace immediately screamed. She threw the ointment as far from the bed as possible, then tore the paper in her hand. She would be mad, yes she would be if she were here all the time. She didn't want to be like this, and she couldn't possibly stay awake forever. While she was sleeping, the monster could touch her, and that was the scariest thing in the world for Grace. No… she had to get up quickly. She couldn't possibly die in such a painful way. She had to resign from this job, and then she returned to her city and lived together again with Korvy. She missed Korvy, and she wanted to hug her little brother so badly. At least, Leon said that the only people who would never hurt our feelings were family, and the rest…would never care. They would justify any means for their end.

Grace stood up, the blanket that had been perfectly covering her body fell from her body right away. She walked over to her closet, grabbed her backpack, and packed all her clothes. Yes, her clothes, not the clothes Kyle's family had given her while working here. Grace then immediately put on clothes. With her hair tied up in a ponytail, she pulled the backpack she was carrying. Descending the stairs with a scarf wrapped around her neck, wearing the coat she had brought with her, it was still cold, and she was sure that it was snowing hard outside.

She seemed to be inhaling her breath repeatedly on her palms, then she looked for the whereabouts of the occupants of this house, but she couldn't find any. Where are they at? Why isn't one of them all here? It was clear, though, that all of the Kyle family administrators had a lot of people. Has a mob group kidnapped them? Or was something else going on that everyone here disappeared for real?

Grace shook her head, no… she wouldn't care about anything. The goal is one, get out of here right away.

After Grace put down her resignation letter, she immediately rushed to the door. And how shocked she was when she turned the doorknob, the door won't open; it's locked and the key was nowhere to be found. Whereas usually, the key to the main entrance is left hanging in its place before being picked up at 21.00 at night. So if the key isn't there like this, does that mean it's locked from the outside? Or were all the caretakers of the Kyle family going out together? Isn't that an impossibility?

Grace immediately looked for a gap, and tried the back door that may be left unlocked. She quickly walked towards the back, and sure enough, what she was worried about turned out to be true. Someone has locked the door. Slowly, panic began to creep into Grace's heart. She searched every corner of the window she could see. All the windows were all tightly closed. As if it had been sealed from the outside so that no one could open it from the inside.

What does this mean? What happened? Was this done deliberately? If it was true, that means she's locked up here and can't go anywhere?

"Hello! Is there anyone outside? I'm trapped here, sir, madam! Anyone, help me. Please help me get out of here! Hello!"

And it's useless. What kind of creature would listen to her screams if he was locked up here alone? This house has a huge yard, so the distance from the road is very far. Besides, this house was like the only house before there was another house far across the street. The most probable person that passed by was the vegetable owner who used to be a regular for Kyle's family, then the newsboy who had not shown up for two days.

Grace was almost going insane until, eventually, she brushed the glass window on her right side by chance. Someone slipped a note from the outside. So, is there anyone outside? The thought was now disturbing her mind.

'You'll never get out of my house, Grace. Because you are the queen of this house. So enjoy your days here, instead of wasting your energy screaming and doing useless things.'