"Why do you always talk about my parents like they mean nothing?" She asked in a small voice.
"What did I say about talking back?" Donald snapped in a low whisper, squeezing her arms uncomfortably.
"No… tal- tal- talking." She shiver and whimpers in pain. Despite having the rebellious spirit of her mother she was still the same scared child she was ten years ago.
"Good girl." Donald praised and picks up a strand of Orva's hair smelling it and exhaling in satisfaction. "You know, you could have made a perfect mistress, but who am I kidding-" He paused then leaned closer to Orva's ear and whispered. "Be kind and server our guests, they are waiting."
Donald stepped away from her and walked to the door, an evil smile of victory caking his lips. "And I expect to see you outside in five seconds or- you know what follows if you try anything funny." He grinned creepily and left the storeroom leaving Orva shaking and terrified.
