Rea takes a deep breath, trying hard to stop her tears.
The back of her hand instinctively touches her cheek, feeling the stung from a slap she received just now. It burns, but not exactly where she touched. It is her heart, aching from the very moment she heard the resounding sound of her master hand slapping her just now. It hurts so bad that tears begin to trickle down both her cheeks.
But she knows she deserves it.
She closes her eyes and lower her head in shame, fearing for his next move. He is angry at the moment, she knows it. He always paces around his room while grunting incoherent words and punching the table that situated at the corner, he always does when he's angry. That's why she chooses to stay silent.