The word he used to call her lingered in the room even after he spoke.
Dog.
Mildred remained still for several seconds, her eyes vividly glowing a faint pink as she hugged her trembling shoulders beneath the plain grey dress. At first, it seemed she was lamenting... maybe even regretful of her actions.
Until one saw her distorted smile, showing her pearly white teeth, a strange, maddening smile that gave the young woman an almost deranged air.
Despite his lack of commanding it, she lowered herself further, almost kissing the floor where he stepped a few moments before, as if willingly accepting the title and collar he'd locked around her throat happily.
"Yes, Master."
Luka stared at her for several seconds; this should've made him feel better.
Yet it only left a strangely sour taste in his mouth and a churning heat in his loins.
A heat he all too well understood now.
'How irritating.'
He wanted to hate her without hesitation.
