He had forbidden her from attending meetings of committees for social reform. No newspapers were now allowed in the house. She felt she was slowly goi...g mad.Her guardian was also pressurizing her in other ways. She had inherited her father's shares in the business. He was pressing her to sell him the shares, at a value far below their real value. A cousin of the Carlyon-Hughes' had been introduced, apparently with a view to marriage. She smiled grimly; the poor young man hadn't known what had. I gently got up without disturbing their blissful slumber. Donning a simple satin robe, I hit the kitchen. I woke them up with a breakfast of sausage, poached eggs, and a mixed fruit milkshake.We normally talked as we ate. Both showered praises on my culinary skill, validating my well-established formula of keeping men happy. “Feed them well, fuck them better.”“Soni,” Suvendu suggested, “Why don’t we celebrate our historic day with the Bong perennial favorite Hilsa fish?”“Ok, boys, get the best. “I asked...what are your plans for today? Do you have to go hang out with those bitchy sisters of yours?” he restated with disgust in his voice as he emphasized the words “bitchy sisters”. Master dislikes my sorority sisters with a passion that I have never seen. He explained when we first started our relationship that he felt that they had used me. Most times it was inappropriate whether it was physically, mentally, or sexually. My response to him was I will always do what he wanted and that. “Aw hell no bitch,” said the gun-man, grabbing her from behind by her hips, pulling her against him and pushing her against the wall. His breath was in her ear and her stomach dropped; though she’d been fighting for her life the entire night she suddenly had a terrible feeling about the sudden change in her captor’s composure. Patrick squirmed over in the corner, his eyes were wide and this only panicked her further. “I think we’ll have some fun before we dispose of you…” he murmered into her.