If you move, you will die!
Demian's intuition told his so. A warning from his subconscious that he was in danger. He had only done his duty this morning very well without any flaws, resting for a while before being tortured again by his jealous master and knowing that he had to experience this.
"Why don't you drink the tea? It's the tea Eleonora likes." While saying that, Andrew glared. His eyeballs looked as if they were about to be knocked out of their sockets. And it clearly felt very horrible.
Demian did as he was told. The tea he drank was more bitter than usual, tasting like gravel that he found difficult to drink.
"My servant recommends that tea if you're under a lot of work. Are you working alone, Demian?" Elonora in front of his smiled. While his master, the owner of this house glared at Demian like a beast ready to pounce.
