Esther’s eyes widened with terror, and she struggled desperately as Bradley gripped her jaw firmly. He was domineering and insane, commanding her, “Swallow it!”

The taste of buttercream filled Esther’s mouth, but instead of sweetness, she tasted nothing but the metallic tang of blood.

Bradley began smearing the blood-looking cream all over her face.

He warned, “Esther, remember this. I’m only merciful once. If there’s a next time, you’ll watch as her hand is cut off and delivered to you.”

Nausea churned in Esther’s stomach. She didn’t care that Bradley was still there and knelt down to vomit nearby.

Now she understood that the severed hand from earlier wasn’t real—it was a creation by a cake artist. Despite its artificial nature, the fear it had instilled made her scalp tingle, and she felt the pain as if she were truly being tortured.

Bradley paid no attention to Esther’s agony. He turned to Sally and declared, “You’re fired.”

“Mr. Warner, I’m sorry…”

dreaded losing such a well-paying job with minimal work and

came forward. They carried Sally and

stood up and ordered curtly, “Now that the servant is gone, you’ll be

believe he

up, then prepare

“Yes,” Esther replied hoarsely.

up and walked into the

the bathroom on

“Okay.”

slowly. She pushed open the bathroom door and felt a surge of sadness when she looked at her

memory of the severed hand rushed back, and she dared not cry. Without wasting any more time, she quickly took

The uniform, a pure black shirt-style dress,

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