Bram crosses his foot over the other. He flips to the next page of the newspaper.

He frowns when he hears you make a sound when he moves. He closes the paper and sets it down on the coffee table.

"Didn't I say to be quiet?" He asks, tilting your chin up to look at him. You're on all fours on the ground, his feet on your back, using you as a footrest.

He's has always treated you like this, ever since you became his servant. He uses his money to control you, thinking he owns you.