I refused, so they beat me mercilessly.
But lately, they had not laid a hand on me because now, they used my daughter to threaten me.
Whenever I disobeyed, they would savagely beat my little Elise.
Her heart-wrenching screams still haunted my nightmares.
I had no choice but to submit to them, to obey, to even try my best to please them just so my daughter could have a full meal and be spared from further abuse.
There were even times when a customer gave me a poor review.
Each time, they would drag my daughter in front of me and beat her cruelly.
I could only shield her with my own body, crying and begging them for another chance, promising over and over that I would behave.
The painful memories flooded back all at once.
But the mentor stood beside me now, staring coldly, her eyes full of warning.
I did not dare to say anything.
All I could do was kneel on the ground and beg Damien, "Please, take me home."
"Even if I can no longer be your wife, even if you make me your servant, your slave, I’ll accept it. Just please, take me away."
However, Damien only looked at me with greater disgust. "Vivian, it seems you haven’t learned anything useful here except how to act pitiful."