Wendy’s POV

“You are my slave and there’s no turning back. Got it?” Irene looked at me with stern eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” I fired back

“Then you’ll be fired and you wont have money to continue studying.” She said.

“B-But, Irene what do you mean by being your ‘slave’? Do I have to bake for you? Do I need to wash you clothes? What kind of slave?” I asked.

“Maybe that kind. But in a very fun way.” She said and grabbed my waist.

“What kind of fun way?” I asked her.

“This.” She said and started tickle my neck.

OMG. IT IS SO TICKLISH!!!!!!!!

“WH-WHAT THE HELL?! ARE WE GOING TO PLAY TICKLING GAME?!” I shouted and departed from her.

“What do you mean?” She asked her and frowned.

“You are tickling me!”

“What the ?! I was kissing you!”

“Wh-what?! You were kissing me?!” I asked her.

Irene only nodded in response.

“YOU JUST SAID THAT YOU WERE KISSING ME?! THIS IS VIOLATION TO HUMAN RIGHTS! I’M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!” I said and grabbed my phone.

“Call the police or I’ll fire you.” She said and glared.