"Remember, Pigie," James said without taking his eyes off the glass of red liquid in his hand. "When you manage to make amends for your mistakes. Meet me immediately, I'm not satisfied enjoying your body yet. This is an order!"
"My lord."
"Are you aware?" James looked at Marimar with a big smile. "I'm trying to elevate you here. When you return, there will be a special room for you. Consider that, Pigie!"
Once again, Marimar bowed.
"Now, go!"
Marimar left the room. Along the corridor that she was walking, Marimar wanted to vent her anger.
"You're not elevating me, you bastard!" she said half inaudibly.
And again, the word of deliberation that James spoke earlier was not an option. The word came out with an absolute order that Marimar couldn't possibly evade.
"You want to hold me captive, make me a slave to your lust forever. You just wait, James. Just wait!"
