Chapter 88 Bon Appetit

Mirabel paused to catch her breath, sitting back on her soles. Her hands were aching and sore from grabbing a hard brush all day. For the past week, Darius Rucker had turned her into some kind of slave. There were absolutely zero staff in such a colosseum of a building, yet things had to remain clean somehow. So he made her work. And work and work, until she was too tired to even think about running away. At least that's what he thought. On the inside, Mirabel was still looking for a way out. Anyway at all. Every night, a new set of guests would come in, in their flashy outfits and masks, to wine, dine and taunt her. After Darius had ominously told her that she was going to be his tool, he had conveniently told her nothing else. But she knew they were plotting something. The parties were just a distraction from what was really going on behind closed doors. She knew there was nothing she could do about that. All Mirabel was concerned with was figuring out how the guests reached