I was taken to the room and thrown on the bed with little patience on Arthur's part, he's calm and cold, but his anger is shown in actions like these that aren't as careful as the memories I have.
He simply rips my clothes off while saying I won't need them anymore since I'm not going to work, which indicates I've been "fired" which was expected in this situation.
"M-Master..." I try to say something to maybe lighten the mood, but his look makes me stay quiet as I just sigh nervously while waiting, he steps out of the room momentarily while I'm left on his bed completely naked except for the collar.
I look at the photos in the room, I have them in my memories, but seeing them in person gives a more disturbing personal touch, there are several of different types, something they have in common is that they depict "good" moments.
