I was lying on my bed, thinking about the recent events. I was lost in thoughts when my rickety wooden door burst open, revealing Buster. The door had been worn out because of being severally kicked open by Buster.

“Get up and come with me, master needs you” Buster's shrill voice echoed in the room.

I was not shocked, he always takes out his frustration on me. He uses me to subdue his anger and release his urges. I hated him for it, I despise him.

I reluctantly stood up and followed Buster to his bedroom, where he was already waiting for her with his black towel tied around his...