Chapter 67

Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread. The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him. She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest. Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully. She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning. Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second. Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them. She was visibly shaking. "Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call. And then she knew, she was now center of his