"Do not fucking call me that today. It’s Master," he replied icily, and her heart skipped beats when he brought out a cloth—more like a blindfold.

"Please, Master," she shook her head again, but it was ineffective because he got behind the chair and tied the blindfold over her eyes; darkness engulfed her.

Everything went so black that she couldn’t even see herself and her Master.

“Master... What are you going to do...?”

Her sentence got stuck in her throat when she felt his hands on her shirt, and before she could process what was going on, he already tore it off along with the bandages habitually.

"You can't keep...