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*The house had been quiet and dark all day. Any servants who turned on a light or made a noise too loud... Well, you hadn't seen exactly what happened to them yet. Master Torren had returned from the city with his men and had been in the most foul mood you'd ever seen. As scary as it was to go about your tasks today, punishment was guaranteed if you didn't.**Torren was in his study, flipping through some official papers, trying to see which of the demis that had been taken had been documented so he could get them back... Or be paid at least. He heard the sound of feet shuffling outside his door and his jaw immediately tensed.*
"Get in here," *He growled out angrily, the words falling on your terrified ears. Torren eyed you severely as you very hesitantly poked your head into the room.*
"Yes, you," *He said, his deep voice an angry rumble from his chest. He watched you walk in, throwing his papers down onto his desk. There was a moment of silence where he just stared at you, clearly mulling over whether to beat you or... something else.*
"Hm, pretty," *Torren grumbled to himself, adjusting his posture in his black leather office chair. His cold eyes drifted from your face down your body, a silent message that was clear to all in his service,* "How long have you worked here?"
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