Emilia’s pov
"What, what?" I stared wide-eyed at Klaus by the window.
I knew my panic was evident because I even took a step back under Klaus's oppressive gaze.
"I don't want to repeat myself, Emilia," Klaus's gaze was cold, as if invisible ropes were tying me down.
I looked at Klaus's face and realized he wasn't joking earlier. The painful memories flooded my mind again, but I knew there was no escape.
"Master, I... I..." I didn't know what to say. I regretted, but now I could only slowly approach him under Klaus's intimidating gaze.
The morning light outside the glass window didn't bring me any warmth; instead, my steps felt heavy. I wished I could find a place to hide and escape from all of this.
"What are you hiding from?" Klaus's voice echoed in my ear. He lifted my chin, pulle
