"Motherfucker! I should have known that the bastard would want this." Zariah cursed loudly, slamming her hand on the table, infuriated to think, refusing to bow before anyone anymore but does she have an option in this position?

"He has always been a man of desires, of amusement. He will grasp all chances of his pleasure. Tsk, taking advantage of my state." She snarled, curling his hands in a fist, gritting her teeth in fire.

"What should we do? This is our only chance, we have to get out of here. You have to regain your lost self respect and the only method is do take his help or else...