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There is only one way this can end.

Calix, Lira said, is notorious for buying human girls and bringing them home.

He does what he wants with them, and his family just ignores him.

And usually, the servants never see those girls again.

They never make it back home to their lives or their families.

There is only one way this can end.

I am still alive, and unharmed, and the servants consider it a new record.

I go about my chores that way with the hair on the back of my neck raised. My skin prickles with anxiety and my breath hitches in my throat every time I hear footsteps against the wooden floors of the Detlar manor.

I am waiting for him, for Calix, to come and claim what he rightfully bought.

I am waiting for him, for Calix, to do what he wants with me, to use me up and throw me out, as though I am disposable.

Because you are disposable, I think miserably to myself.

To them, you are disposable.

You’re just a human girl and there are more valuable things in the world than your life.

Aiken is nowhere to be seen today, and for some reason, I am happier this way.

I like him and seeing him always brightens my day.

But now that I know what is going to happen to me, I do not feel like making small talk.

Because if the servants know what Calix will do with me, then surely Aiken also knows.

And if he does know, then I do not want to make small talk with him.

Even though you really like him.

You’ve only spent three days with him.

There is only one way this can end. And Aiken isn’t going to help me.

11

ISLA

Today has been a busier day than usual. Unbeknownst to me, Calix had planned on having a party with some of his friends. I only found out early in the morning when I was awoken by their drunk shouting and singing.

“Drinking at this hour?” I groaned to myself.

I’ve practically been on standby for the guests, retrieving fresh rounds for them and cleaning up after their mess for the entire day. Now it is later in the evening. Most of Calix’s crew have left, with only a handful remaining as they sit around the dining table.

I’m more than relieved the day is almost done, for only now am I getting to have something to eat. I hide myself away in the corner of the kitchen, inhaling my food like a ravenous batlaz.

Still though, it is not quite as peaceful as I had hoped it would be. The stench of alcohol hangs heavy in the air, as well as the annoyingly loud outbursts of laughter deriving from their gathering.

I can hear Calix talking to them about me, it’s clear he’s not trying to be subtle about it. If he is, he’s doing a poor job, as with seemingly everything else he does.

“You bagged yourself a good little servant,” says one of his disgusting friends. “Does she do everything you say?”

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