Celine's POV
She paused, trying to catch her breath.
"Try this dress on, I picked it specifically for you," she said, handing me a silver satin gown that was open up to the top of my ass.
I put it on, and the dress accentuated my curves perfectly; the top part of my dress was threatening to expose itself.
I felt almost exposed but near royalty in the gown.
I was his slave after all, I should dress to please him.
"Perfect!" Madison exclaimed, making me flinch a little. "Mr Cassian would love this dress on you."
"Ok, quick, try this red one, " she said, bringing out a red silk dress. The gown exposed my collar even to the top part of my breasts.
"You are gorgeously endowed, although we have some make-up to do, your back has some welt marks, and Mr Cassian can't bear the sight of it," she said, moving towards the door.
"You haven't finished the rules, and you are leaving already," I called out to her before she could open the door.
"I'll be right back in a jiffy to continue. I have to get you ready again tomorrow. You need some make-up done," she said, shutting the door behind her.
She came back shortly after bearing a kit, wrapped in a towel.
These injuries weren't properly treated, so I would have to clean and treat them.
"Before I continue with the rules, how did you get these marks? "she asked with a voice laced with curiosity and worry.
There was a long silence between us as I hesitated to tell her. But if I didn't, she wouldn't carry on with her exposition.
I had to trade my experience for her to continue.
"Mr Klein gave those to me," I replied blatantly as I couldn't even refer to him as a father figure.
"Who is Mr Klein? Heard he owed Mr Cassian," she looked at me intently as realization hit her. "He is your father."
" No," I objected. "He is my foster father."
"Oh, I see, now let's get this treated while I continue with what I was saying earlier," she said, not bothering to prove further.
"The fourth rule:...,"
"No, you skipped a number; you are supposed to start with the third," I interrupted.
"Oh, I see," she said, dipping the towel into a disinfectant and placing it on my back.
"The third rule: You should appear before Mr Cassian within thirty minutes of being called. Failure to do that, you will be locked up in your room for days, until his anger is satisfied."
I shivered as she explained the rules. What scared me the most was the punishments attached to defaulting on each of the rules.
"Fourth rule: You are not to step out of your room except where you are sent for. If you come out of your room, your punishment will be the same as the punishment in the second rule.
Fifth rule: You are not expected to skip any meal. As Mr Cassian doesn't tolerate waste. If you skip a meal, you will likely miss the next one as well.
She paused to see if I was still listening. I guess she did that because I looked lost in thought.
"Is it too much for you to take in? I suggest you grab that note by the bedside stand and jot some key points," she suggested.
I walked to the bedside table, picked up the notebook, and returned.
"You can continue, Miss Madison."
She nodded and continued. "Sixth rule: Make sure never to lock your room door from the inside, as the only person who would enter is Miss Madison or Mr Cassian; the guards are stationed outside. If your doors are found closed whenever he pays a visit, you will be made to sleep outside. Remember this is Mr Cassian's house, not yours.
"Do you mean that I don't even have my own privacy?" I asked, seriously triggered by this one rule.
"It is the rule, if you have any questions, you can ask Mr Cassian whenever he sends for you," she replied calmly, ignoring my tone.
I nodded, swallowing hard.
"Seventh rule: When given a task to handle, you aren't allowed to breathe a word about it to anyone, as it could endanger the family business. If you ever do that, Mr Cassian will decide what punishment is befitting for you."
This particular rule is a dreaded one, and its punishment seems to me like the deadliest.
"Eighth rule: Treat every assignment given to you with caution, as Mr Cassian doesn't joke with his tasks or assignments. If treated with the slightest disdain, he will be the one to dish out the punishment, just like in the seventh rule.
Ninth rule: You aren't allowed to get into any relationship with any of the male staff, for example, the bodyguard. If you default on this rule, the bodyguard will be laid off, and you will be thrown into the dungeon until Mr Cassian's anger is reduced.
Tenth rule: You are to handle money carefully; if you make the slightest attempt to steal from Mr Cassian, he will detect it, and if he does, you will be sent to law enforcement as a law offender.
"Do you mean that the law offender himself, will frame me?" I asked because the tenth rule threw me off balance.
"He has his way around these things, so I advise you to tread carefully," she said, lowering her voice.
"Pay very good attention to the eleventh rule," she said, locking her gaze with mine.
"Eleventh rule: When outside with Mr Cassian, avoid drawing attention to yourself as it is likely to attract law enforcement.
Remember, just as they have dealings with the law enforcement they have under their control, there are some they don't have under their control. Therefore, be discreet when you are with him.
If you default on this rule, it means you are intentionally endangering his business, and he will have to administer the punishment befitting such a default."
I knew the eleventh rule was to warn me against my conduct tomorrow. I wasn't sure I could live by all these rules, but I could try.
"The last rule:.." she started, then paused. " I think I should leave you to rest now, you have a long day tomorrow. We will finish it up next time."
"You never told me what happened to the girls," I called out to her as she opened the door to leave.