Chapter 7

"I can help?" Emma asked that woman directly, awkwardly.

"Get up from there now, bitch!"

Emma widened her eyes, touching her chest. "Are you talking to me?"

"Are you seeing any other bitches around here?"

Emma glanced around, returning her gaze to the woman. "I'm sorry, but... I think you got it mixed up."

"I never get confused."

The woman touched her on the arm, squeezing hard as she pulled her, forcing her to her feet. Emma shook off her touch but was frightened by the tone in which the woman referred to herself.

She went down the steps, trying to get away from that woman and maybe go to a place where she felt safer, but other women appeared, completely surrounding her.

"Well, well... if it isn't the new bitch," another woman said, making Emma look up too. "Do you remember me?"

Emma quickly denied, hugging the bag she was carrying.

"Of course, you're the fucking mistress."

"Lover?"

"Are you deaf by any chance?