His words, words she hadn't wanted to hear. "I am sure you know what I want from you." Tessa lost her composure, at least what little of it had been left. His words sank into her as if he had smacked her across the face. Her bright cheeks lost all color, her expression saying it all as she realized just how fucked she was. Serve him he said, his cool tone was not something she wanted to hear. She wanted to scream sand run, but neither of those options were possible. Tessa was following his words, each new think he threw at her.  The fact that she was to start tonight but what cause her attention was how much better he though he was. '...What I have allowed to enter house.' The words made her feel hallow, like she was filth sitting next to royalty. She despised the feeling and yet, somehow she held her tongue. She didn't spit venomous words as she normally would instead she took his insults, ignoring the sting they left. When he asked about her father she finally brough her glassy blue eyes to look at him. "I'll do what you ask." She mutter out, nearly breathless as her voice cracked. She had no choice,  she could bear the thought of losing her feather, burden or not. Her mother had died so she had no one.<br/><br/>When he lunged at her plate she glanced down. Not sure if she could even stomach the food in front of her. It looked spectacular, but she felt sick with everything this man had just told her.  When the bag was set on the table Tessa was yanked from her daze. Startled she looked at it, hearing James' words ringing in her head.  She wasn't a whore, but she sure as hell felt like one.  She looked down at the food and decided to chance out.  Maybe she'd get sick and vomit,  then maybe he wouldn't want to touch her?  She was slow compared to the man. She had only eaten a little by the time he moved to the bag and then headed for her. Tessa's eyes showed her fear but she didnt flinch, not until his hand fell on her shoulder did she find herself shutter at his touch.<br/><br/>His blunt question had her tongue tied for a moment before she spoke up. "Just a thong." She answered, her voice shaking and soft. Compared to her normal voice, like when he had met her at the shop it was much different. The discomfort and fear, completely obvious at that point. However she wasn't trying to remove his hands, in fact she allowed him to get her to stand.  She obliged, looking ast him, obviously nervous for what his intentions were. However for Tessa she had to find the positive side.  At least he didn't stink, he wasn't a fat ugly man, he was well groomed and honestly his hands didn't feel awful.  She could get through this... hopefully.