Sylvia's brows knitted together in worry as she stood near the door, wondering what the man wanted from her now.
He was somehow different today and it made her nervous. Though he had bullied her endlessly, right from the first day they had met, today she felt particularly nervous.
She watched him loosen the towel from his waist, for it to fall on the ground, and quickly turned around, not wanting to see all of him.
She could hear the ruffling of clothes and movements behind her, followed by a thud, which probably indicated that the man had flopped onto the bed.
She became more nervous. She didn't know how much more he expected from her tonight.
Sylvia was not a fool. She knew and fully understood that she was a slave now due to various twists and turns of fate.
One day or the other, she knew that she would probably have to serve this man whom she belonged to now, serve him as a woman would in his bed, giving him her everything.
