"Can you give me some snacks?" Mr. Harison requested, his voice getting deeper than before in lust.
Ella's tongue fumbled for words as she hesitated to follow his command. "O-of course, sir. P-please give me a moment. I'll go change my clothes."
Mr. Harison's sinister grin spread across his face. "You are asking me to wait for you," he taunted, his eyes roaming Ella's body. "Do you have that audacity?"
Ella's fear heightened as Mr. Harison advanced toward her, his presence suffocating. She struggled to find her voice, her mind racing with ways to escape.
"N-no, I... I'm sorry, sir," she managed to utter, her voice quivering. "I'll give you something to eat."
Without waiting for a response, Ella hastily retreated to the kitchen, desperate to escape his ominous presence. However, her relief was short-lived, as Mr. Harison's voice pierced the silence.
"Wait right there."
