Daniel sputtered out a laugh.
"What the hell makes you think you can boss us around?" he asked.
"I'm apparently special, you said it yourself," I said. "So, either you can stop hurting me, and I'll follow your little fu.cking rules... I'll cook, clean, do anything but the torture... I'll keep my head down, obey the rules, and I won't act out anymore. But you have to stop hurting me."
Daniel laughed. It held no amusement. Even Mason looked at him like he'd gone off his rocker.
"You think you're so smart," he spat, getting in my face.
"No, I think I'm just tired of all your bullsh.it," I sneered right back.
"Fine," Daniel said after looking at me for a moment. "But you will get punished when I see fit. So, you better not act out."
"Just remember our deal," I spat.
"Mason, go get that
