Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I was a modern day slave and he was my master.

I now understood our dynamics pretty well.

He ordered me to fetch all my belongings from that ‘tin house’.

That was exactly the word he used for my home. He did not have even an ounce of respect for me nor did I have any for him.

” You will be staying here. Below, help her to get this room cleaned. ”

He threw my little bundle that I had brought back from my home. A little bundle of my little belongings. He threw it like it was a bag full of litter.

I was given the room beside Bellow’s at his lavish mansion.

Apparently he lived there with his closest men. The towering boys who were called Beck and Josh.

Bellow was another inhabitant.

I was the only female resident at the moment.

I knew I would have to wake up every morning with a heavy heart, knowing that another day of servitude awaited me. Ryan, my inhuman Boss, would make me do all sorts of dirty chores at his house, treating me like bonded labor. I could feel his eyes on me every time I moved, probably reminding me of my position in his presence.

But there were times when I caught a glimpse of something different in his gaze, something that made me wonder if he cared for me in his own twisted way. It was a fleeting moment, quickly overshadowed by his usual sneer and bark of orders.

I tried not to dwell on those moments too much, as they only left me more confused and hurt. How could he possibly care for me when he treated me like this every day? The bruises on my arms and the soreness in my back from hours of manual labor were constant reminders of my place in his office and his house.

Yet, there were small gestures that made me question his motives. A kind word here, a gentle touch there, and I found myself questioning everything I thought I knew about him. Did he really care for me, or was it all just a ploy to keep me in his grasp?

It was a constant battle within me, trying to decipher his true intentions while also keeping myself safe from his abusive behavior. But one thing was certain. I longed for a way out of my situation. To be free from his hold and to live my life without fear of retribution . But at the present moment, that was out of the question.

I had to pay for my father’s life.

At Least I had a job to afford that.

I was busy scrubbing the wine off the floor which I saw Ryan purposely spill. In my frustration I had failed to notice Beck standing in front of me. I bumped right into him with my dirty mop and hand.

” Watch your steps wench! ”

Beck pushed me hard with his strong hands and it resulted in my fall. The dirty water was all over the floor and my mop literally knocked off an expensive statue.

I didn’t even have time to feel my pain as I stood there frozen . I watched Ryan punish Beck for his actions, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of relief. Maybe, just maybe, Ryan did care for me in his own twisted way, and he wasn’t going to let anyone harm me, not even his own right hand man.

” Mind your language Beck! ”

Ryan’s eyes were fixed on Beck and his hands were crushing Beck’s shoulder.

But even as I felt a glimmer of hope, I couldn’t shake off the fear that had taken root within me. What if Beck was capable of this kind of abuse behind Ryan’s back? And if Ryan could turn on his own , what was to stop him from turning on me if he found me wrong?

I knew that the danger was still there, lurking just beneath the surface. Ryan’s violent outburst had only served to highlight the precarious nature of my position in that place. I was still nothing more than a servant, a tool to be used and abused by those in power.

As Ryan turned away from me and ordered his other man, Josh to clean up the mess that Beck had made, I tried to keep my head down and stay out of the way. I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for me, and whether I would ever be able to break free from the cycle of abuse and violence that seemed to define my existence.

As I walked down the hallway, my hands shook uncontrollably. It was a reflex that I had whenever I felt anxious or agitated.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around to see Ryan approaching me. “Come on, Sherry,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll take you back to your room.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I followed him, trying to steady my breathing as we walked. I didn’t know what to say to him, or even how to express the fear and shock that I was feeling. I had never been this close to Ryan ever since I moved into his household, and the intensity of his presence made me nervous.

As we reached my door, Ryan stopped and turned to face me. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked, his voice softening slightly.

I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Ryan seemed to understand, and he gave me a small smile before turning to leave.

“Thank you,” I called out to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for taking me back.”

He paused for a moment, as if considering something, before nodding and continuing down the hallway. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Despite everything that had happened, I couldn’t help but feel a small spark of gratitude towards him. Or was it attraction?

I was surely losing my mind and every logic that I ever had.