Chapter 8

The First Punishment

"No, I'm not. I spent most of my day in this room, so you have to be here to serve me," said James Miller casually. Becky shook her head, "No, I don't want to," she mumbled as if she has the right to decline his order.

James Miller shrugged, "I'm afraid you have no choice, Ms. Beckett, now why don't you come with me, I'm gonna show you around," he said firmly. Becky stomped her foot in annoyance but she knew she didn't have another choice but to obey his order.

"This room is not as large as you think, that's the kitchen, where you're gonna cook for me every day, and put this in your mind, I like to keep everything neat, no stains no messy stuff, just put everything in the right place, you got it?"

Becky sneered, but she didn't say anything.

"I'm asking you and you have to answer it, do you understand?" snapped James Miller, his eyes s