Damien instead of answering her, raised his hand, placing his finger on his lips to say, "It's secret that's not to be spoken of," he gave her a smile before continuing to say, "Tell me, mouse. What do you think you will receive today?" Penny wished there was an option to say nothing but knowing Damien that option didn't exist on anything.
"How would I know, Master Damien."
"Close your eyes then," his voice demanded her to do what he wanted. Turning around and closing the trunk, "Sit here. It will be much more comfortable," he said looking at the top of the trunk. Penelope was skeptical, more than necessary.
It had been not more than twelve days since he bought her from the black market and twelve days weren't enough to get comfortable with a person. But did she have a choice? asked Penny to herself. As she walked towards the trunk, turning around to sit on the trunk which let her feet hang in the air, she closed her eyes.
