Thirty-seven days, four hours, eight minutes and fifty-two seconds since I have been in his house.

I knew because I was currently looking at a stopwatch.

Damien never stayed. After the day he brought me, it seemed like he was purposely ignoring me. He had a helper show me to my room, a space I had redecorated countless times, but it still couldn't abate the boredom eating at my insides.

Everything sucked.

"Lasagna, yayyy!" I said sarcastically,

"If you don't want it miss–" the chef started saying, but I interrupted,

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry, I was just taking my anger out on you." She stared at me for a short time before returning to the cooker,

"Where is Damien?" I asked as I chewed the food slowly,

"Master doesn't want to be bothered in his private chambers." She said,

"Oh, wow." I dropped the fork on the table and jumped down from the stool,

"Where you are you going, Miss?" She questioned, panic lining up in her eyes,

"To bother master in his private chambers." I told her as I moved rapidly,

"Miss, I wouldn't advise you to–" I drowned out the rest of her words  till I arrived at his office,

He might as well tell me why he brought me here to be bored out of my mind. At least, back at home, I had the garden, I had games, I had TV.

Here? Absolutely nothing was at my disposal.

"Where do you think you're going to?" The bald man who barricaded Damien's office door asked me,

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I reiterated,

"Don't ask me dumb questions. What are you doing?"

"Damien!" I called out, "Damien!" I yelled again,

The bastard opened the door slowly, looking angelic and unperturbed as usual,

"To what do I owe the honor?" He smirked,

"Cut the bullshit." I snapped,

A line settled on his forehead, "Leave us." He said to the bald man,

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