"So, you're the latest piece," she said, a sneer to her tone. Violet blushed. She hated confrontation, and this woman shouted out her attitude from a mile away. Instead, Violet sipped her tea and prayed the woman would say what she needed to say and leave. "I can see why he likes you. You've got the submissive gene going for you. I bet he could tell you to do anything and you'd do it. natural submissives make me sick."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said. Violet had noted the way Demon liked to take control. Look at what had happened to her. Taken out of her normal, relaxing job. Moved into a role she wasn't capable of doing, taken from her home, and now she lived with him. Looking back she wondered when she had fought for anything in the last few weeks. Demon had simply said to do something, and she'd relented, doing exactly what he wanted. The life she was living had been what he wanted. A kept woman. No better than her mother. Only instead of servicing loads of men, she was keeping one man satisfied.