Chapter 11

When he ordered me to massage his legs, I wasn’t sure why I became obedient, or maybe I just felt bad for him. But, on the other hand, he was genuinely tired, so I believed it was the least I could do for him.

I massaged him for thirty minutes, and during those times, I was pressing his muscles. All I could hear from him was his groans. Or did he even moan? I wasn’t sure, though, but one thing was sure, he was contented with my service. He had no idea that my father used to ask me to massage his tired legs from working all day.

“Do you feel better now?” I asked him before I stopped doing it.

“Yes, thank you.”

For the first time, I heard him say the magic words, and my heart was fluttered. “I’m hungry, so we should eat now,” I said, but at the same time, I wished he didn’t notice that it was a command.

“Sure. Go ahead and set the table,” he said.

I observed him eat for the first time, and I realized that something wasn't quite right with me. What's