"Listen, let me tell you, you belong to me," Robert said, his voice firm and commanding. "I'm going down, and I'm expecting you," he added, calling out to his assistant.
"Roi!"
"Yes, sir," Roi answered, coming out right away.
"I need you to repair this door," Robert said, pointing at the door.
"And I want a spare key for it," he continued, as he descended downstairs, a small rivulet of blood dripping from his hand.
Without wasting any time, Emma followed him downstairs, her mind enthralled in ideas.
"What kind of man is this?" she whispered to herself as she eyed the injured hand of Robert.
He nodded toward a chair once they entered the dining area.
"You may sit here." Emma sat, scooting the chair closer to him reluctantly for the job of feeding him. Robert looked into her eyes. "
