Milo stayed rooted to the stone floor, his heart aching with an intense sense of guilt. "I can just remove my clothes, Sir... I can do it."
"Go back to the car right now, or I will leave you here alone," Salvatore commanded, his tone final.
Milo pouted, slowly turning toward the exit. He admitted that a small wave of relief washed over his chest because he didn't have to strip, but the heavy guilt remained tight behind his ribs.
Milo didn't say anything. He just needed to follow Salvatore, but the man suddenly stopped.
Milo looked up to see why Salvatore had stopped. Then he saw Alben coming toward them.
Alben walked confidently with a bright smile, holding a heavy leather leash in his left hand.
Milo widened his eyes in horror when he looked behind Alben, and his entire body went completely stiff.
Nero, his previous arrogant and cruel master, was crawling on the floor behind Alben's boots. A thick leather collar was locked around his neck, connected to the leash.
