CHAPTER 7

　　Bethel's mind wandered back to the happenings at the party, Harry's expression the moment he set his eyes on the lady that called herself Carle. Bethel could swore she has never seen hate as deep and raw as that.

　　”whatever,why should I care about that?" She shrugged and entered the bathroom. After having her night bath,she put on her flimsy underthings and wore one of the nightmares Mrs Irene gave to her.

　　She locked the windows and door before laying tiredly.

　　She knew the exact moment when she was no longer alone.

　　She had locked the door,and only one person has the key to open the lock. Harry Grayson,he's her master and she's his slave.

　　Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the door. Harry stood there,his face cold, unreadable as always. Bethel need no soothsayer to tell her what he wants.

　　Doesn't he knows any other word aside sex?.

　　A chill went down her spine,as he stared at her with hatred abd visible anger as always.