Chapter 9 Massy at Malik room

Massy moaned softly, earning her a lash from the whip on her back, she groaned at its stinginess.

The pain was inflicted as the whip made contact with her skin. She knew she wouldn't be able to survive the night with the way things were going.

Massy groaned as she heard the loud sound of the alarm, it was as though it was very angry that early morning.

She was annoyed as well so she winced immediately and turned to the other side for comfort.

Finally opening her eyes, her eyes darted to her surroundings only to find out that she was still in Malik's room on his table.

Her mind flashed back to what happened, she did not think she would survive for more than a week.

She remembered vividly that after five whips from the horse whip she fainted because she couldn't abide by the rules.

Massy sighed sadly as she tried to stand up, only for her to fall back on the table weakly that she hurt herself.

Although the rope tied around her hand has been loosened, she could feel pain from where the rope was tied and all her body including her pussy.

As she was trying to get down from the table, his inner door 1opened revealing an angry Malik which made her fall hard with her ass kissing the ground harshly.

She winced while his face twitched in disgust.

"Get your lazy ass off the ground bitch"he growled glaring at her, and when she managed to stand up, she almost slumped again.

She braced herself up and picked her clothes trying to walk out (limp out) when his voice stopped her.

"Where do you think you are going?"He growled, she turned limp to face him terrified.

The rage and hate she saw in his eyes was dark and deep and that made her quiver in fear.

She did not know what to do so she immediately bowed her head in obeisance to him.

"Make me my tea"he instructed, she stared at him perplexed at his words which made her search for a clock.

She had to check because it was all still dark outside and she

Immediately her eyes fell on the wall diamond clock, she stared back at him before bowing.

"It's late, it is already midnight..." She was trying to say when he snared at her making her flinched.

"Do I look like I care"he snarled glaring at her irritated by her words.

"Can I clean..."

"A slave like you does not need to clean up"he chipped irritated making her to sigh sadly.

Even if he hated her, he would have human feelings at least. If it was not too much because of her person, then two out of a hundred percent.

But what is she even saying, she knew he wouldn't have any feelings for her not after what she did to him.

"I don't know the way to the kitchen."

"Find your way."

With one last glance at Malik, she stepped out of his room and stood at his door resting her back on it weeping sadly.

She stopped crying when she remembered her sick father "I have to stay strong for my father"she whispered.

Massy continued talking to herself as if it would make her feel better "hang in there pops, I will enure that I survive this cruelty."

She thought again about how dangerous this decision would be but being more determined tapped her chest.

"Even if it cost my life I really do not care."She encouraged herself putting a sad smile on.

As she walked in the house searching for the kitchen, it felt like she was walking in circles.

She did this for so long that she was starting to get fatigued (not like she was not already) which made her want to go back.

Massy was determined at that time to go back to hiim and tell him what happened maybe he would answer her then.

As she was about to go back, she stopped deciding to try once again to locate the kitchen.

When she finally got to the kitchen, she could not help but wow and gawk at it's beauty.

She smiled as she looked, touching some of the modern equipment which reminded her of her past.

Massy was smiling because it was awesome to her that she could still identify the kitchen equipment even in her dream.

It was because she knew the different types of kitchen equipment and utensils.

She remembered how she would compete with her personal maid who also taught her how to cook special dishes.

Sighing sadly, she began to prepare the tea just the way he requested for it.

Seconds later, she limped walking in his room with the tea in a tray. "You're fifteen minutes, and thirty nine seconds late"Malik said coldly immediately she entered his room.

"I couldn't locate the..."She was about to state her reason when he interpolated.

"That is not an excuse."He growled.

"I'm sorry."She mumbled with head bowed.

He eyed her disgusted before looking away.

"Drop it on the table."He ordered, she walked towards a small table where the laptop he was using was and set the tea on it.

She stood at a side in the room watching him type on the laptop and sighed as he was very engrossed in it.

Massy did not know if she was free to leave or not so she just watched, she knew that he would still throw a tantrum soon.

"What the hell?"He yelled making her jumped out of her skin.

"What the fuck is this?"He snared with gritted teeth, eyes red with anger as he held the mug of tea.

Fearfully, she stared at him wondering what was wrong with the tea, because she knew what she did there.

Without uttering another word, he poured the hot tea on her in a blink making her yelp in pain.

"Make me another one in two minutes"he ordered not minding the state she was.

She took the mug of tea and ran down to kitchen panting very heavily to make another one.

As she was preparing the new tea, she did not know what to put in it since he did not complain about any of the ingredients.

She later prepared it with low sugar, but that did not mean he would stop complaining about how it was prepared.

He still complained that it was way worse than the first one he did and she was then perplexed as even sleep eluded her.

She had to go to the kitchen fifty times before he was satisfied with the tea and by that time, the day has become bright.