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play him like she didn’t know.
    He threw the fork down with such force that
little bits of food splashed over the plate. He stormed after her,
flinging the door to her room open, and marching toward her bed
where she was now cowering against the headboard.
    “You think you can talk back to me, run
away, and I’ll be Mr. Understanding? Look at you, shivering here
like a scared little cat. You have the balls to attack me while I’m
eating, but when I come to confront you, you can’t even say a word.
Remember what I told you if you step out of line. You lose your
privacy privileges. I should rip the door off its hinges right now.
I should watch you in your most private moments so you feel only
shame instead of whatever the hell little courage you felt a few
minutes ago. But I have a better idea for now. Thanks to your
little stunt out there,” he pointed toward the kitchen, “I’ve made
a little mess. You will clean the entire kitchen from scratch,
using only a toothbrush.”
    “But it’s all clean!” she interrupted,
puffing out her chest a bit, finding another bit of courage. This
only encouraged him more.
    “Oh and that’s not all. You will start now.
You won’t go to sleep until it’s done. You will still be expected
to have my breakfast ready at six tomorrow. All the regular chores
will be done tomorrow, but to add to them, you will clean the
bathrooms with a toothbrush as well. You will reorganize my entire
room and clean my closet and drawers. I’m sure you have noticed
they need a little bit of tidying up. You will rearrange my books
by category and in alphabetical order. And if I don’t like the way
you arrange my things, I’ll make you start over and do it a
different way. You seem to think this is all fun and games. You
think you can clean up the place for a few days and I’ll feel
you’ve redeemed yourself and let you go. I suffered for over five
years thanks to you and considerably worse than you are suffering.
I lost my reputation, my job, my friends, and my life, all thanks
to you. This isn’t a walk in the park, Kat, this is your new life.
And believe me, I will do everything I can to make sure you realize
you are not the little wifey while I’m the overbearing husband. You
were right about one thing, you are my slave, and I am your master.
You think I don’t realize you are playing some sort of game? You
want to be nice to me, by all means, it makes my life easier. But
don’t you for another minute forget that I am not Mr. Nice Guy. I
will not tolerate your little outbursts or tantrums. I am going to
my room, but I expect you out in the kitchen immediately, on your
hands and knees, scrubbing. I will be checking on you. Now go!”
    He walked out of the room, his shoulders
tensed, seething as his shoes pounded against the floor all the way
to his room.
    He had to be stern with her, tough even, but
why did seeing her frightened expression get to him? He saw her
desperately trying to hold in the tears and he secretly commended
her on that stubborn streak because it wouldn’t do her any good
even if she did cry. She should be thanking him; this was her way
of repenting for her sins. He had planned on assigning her all
those extra tasks to ensure she wasn’t happy in this little
situation anyway But something about the way it all happened gave
him a bit of an uneasy feeling, like he was punishing her for
speaking. She didn’t even really have any attitude when she spoke,
she just said it as if it were the facts. She said it like she
didn’t know what he was talking about, so therefore, she wasn’t his
slave. Whether or not he believed her little charade didn’t matter,
because she was still responsible. He wasn’t going to soften
anytime soon.
     
    *****
     
    Kat scrubbed her palm against her eyes to
keep the tears from coming. No crying , she reminded herself. Well, that went well. She was trying to be nice, but when he
had stalked into her room, she was terrified. She reasoned that