In the dark and cramped basement, a pair of hands wearing white gloves touched my calves, and I trembled in the darkness. The hands that were tightly bound by the rope to the back of the chair showed red marks as they struggled hard. "Miss, please don't struggle, it will hurt your delicate skin." A cold kiss fell on my forehead. "I will make you my most perfect work, my eldest lady." His voice was gentle, but his fingers strangled my neck mercilessly. I shook my head helplessly. My housekeeper doesn't know yet that I am no longer his eldest lady.
