•Leiara•
"I know you've made it clear times without numbers that you not only seek my attention, but that of other men. But I'll have you show yourself some respect and be decent."
Funnily enough, his words hurt, but not as cutting as they would months ago. I've somehow gotten used to his harsh insults that I find myself taking them with little mind.
"That is why I would have you return back to the room. If you must come out, wear something decent."
His tone is as stern as his rigid face which plunges any sense of protestation within me. But I do not wish to continue like this. Like the pen of my life is in everyone's hands but mine.
And that they get to write every chapter how they see fit.
With his eyes still intensely zeroed on me, I protest.
"I only came to get water," I say.
