Ms. Rebecca
Miss Chankimha wants to see you in her Playroom in 20 mins.
Rebecca felt uneasy. She sighed heavily to express her feeling of disobedience to the command given to her by Mr. Kim (Freen's secretary). However, she didn't want to disappoint her Master or be scolded. So, she went to her designated room to change her clothes and braid her hair.
She was only wearing a bra and denim shorts when she walked into the playroom where her Master, Freen, was already waiting. Freen stood in front of a cabinet full of sex toys, mascara, and other things. She was scanning the cabinet, looking for something when Rebecca entered.
"What took you so long?" Freen said, her arms crossed, walking towards Rebecca from the cabinet. As Freen stopped walking, she stood in front of the bed, waiting for Rebecca's answer. However, Rebecca remained composed and stared at Freen, feeling uneasy because she didn't know what to say or how to answer her Master.
The room suddenly filled with silence, and the feeling of not wanting to be in that room with her Master grew stronger within Rebecca. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Freen walked over and stood in front of Rebecca, her arms still crossed.
"Didn't you hear what I said? What took you so long?" Freen asked in a soft, irritated voice, the irritation very obvious in her tone.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Rebecca said after avoiding Freen's eye contact.
Freen simply looked at her from head to toe, but Rebecca covered her chest with her arms to lessen the exposure of her body. Feeling irritated and annoyed by Rebecca's answer, Freen lifted her face with her right arm and forced her to make eye contact. "Why so sudden? What got into you, huh?" Freen said, her eyes wide open.
Though Rebecca was a bit worried and scared of Freen, she wouldn't let her fear overpower her this time. She swiped Freen's arm away from her chin and stared straight into her eyes. "Nothing," she said, her face furious and her eyes like daggers. This made Freen take a small step back.
Worried about what she had done wrong, Freen suddenly raised her voice as she asked Rebecca the reason for terminating the contract. "Is the monthly allowance not enough anymore? Do you want something else? A bag? Tell me the reason, Rebecca," she pleaded, a clear worry in her tone and demeanor.
But Rebecca just stood there, staring at her with tears welling up in her eyes. Puzzled by what was going on, Freen tried to lessen the distance between them, but Rebecca stepped back to avoid contact. "No, don't go near me," she whimpered, the sobs growing stronger until her cries filled the room.
Despite the tears, Rebecca recomposed herself and wiped them from her eyes. Though still sobbing, she stood steadily, but her gaze remained downcast. "I don't want your money or all the material things you gave me," she said. "I want you. I'm in love with you."
Freen recoiled at what she heard. Furrowing her brow, she shook her head in disbelief. "No, you can't fall in love with me," she said, her voice tight.
"I know," Rebecca whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I've tried everything to push this feeling away, but I can't. I want to hate you. You only see me as your slave, your toy, something to fulfill your needs. But I can't. I love everything about you... your smile, your touch, even the smallest gesture means the world to me." She covered her face with trembling hands, sobs wracking her body. Taking a shaky breath, she wiped her tears and met her master's gaze. "I'll leave now, Master."
Without waiting for a response, Rebecca hurried out of the playroom and back to her room to pack her things. Signing the contract, she'd never imagined falling for Freen. Rebecca had always considered herself straight, and the idea of loving another woman had never crossed her mind. In the beginning, she'd viewed it as an easy way to make money. But after a few weeks of spending time with Freen, everything changed. Their connection transcended mere physicality. Sometimes, Freen would visit her at school, or they'd go on dates. Rebecca even had a stalker, a persistent guy who wouldn't leave her alone. Freen, upon witnessing this, had confronted him, a fierce protectiveness flashing in her eyes as she ordered him to stay away.
All those were just memories now. Rebecca steeled herself before leaving her room. She packed some of the things Freen had given her: her laptop, her phone, and even the check she'd saved last week. Slowly, she walked into the living room, where she saw Freen sitting on the piano bench, facing backward against the piano. Freen's chin rested on her hands as she stared blankly at the floor. Rebecca watched her for a moment before setting her things down on the nearby desk.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the sudden sound of Freen standing up. She turned to face the piano and pressed a single key before speaking. "Mr. Kim will drive you home," Freen said emotionlessly. Rebecca could only sigh heavily, her eyes welling up with loneliness knowing that this could be the last time to see her.
Rebecca lowered her head, trying her best to hold back tears. But her efforts were in vain. Sobs wracked her body, yet she managed to compose herself. For the last time, she locked eyes with Freen and whispered, "Goodbye, Freen."
