The Keyhole

Chapter 16 The Keyhole

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THE KEYHOLE

I saw the hope die in your eyes this morning. You thought breakfast was your chance to become the lady of Rochester Manor.

It was not.

However, my plans for you are proceeding nicely.

I enjoy the way your breasts jiggle when you’re on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floors. I can almost taste the sweat seeping through that delightfully restrictive dress.

You’re learning humility so you can truly belong to me.

Keep toiling, sweet girl. Teach your body where it belongs. Keep earning your survival lest you end up like the others.

Whether you’re good or not, I will claim you. The only choice you have is how much it will hurt.