[IRIS POV]
I stared up despondently, a towel forced into my mouth, and a meaty hand placed over it as the door slammed shut with a loud thud. There went my chances of escape. My heart sank lower as I watched Yvette turn back, shooting me a victorious smirk when she saw my pathetic state.
I had tried to yell for help when Caius was there, but Yvette's cronies had finally decided to stop avoiding me like I had the plague and used a towel to muffle my cries for help, gagging me with the stench of my own puke.
"Good job, girls, for plugging that foul mouth of hers," Yvette praised them, and they stood taller, proud of their actions.
I wanted to scoff― Yvette was treating them like dogs, and they lapped up her every word. She trained them so well that one of her followers immediately got her a chair to sit on without being ordered to, while the others made me kneel by her feet.
