Burning Spice Cookie

Not that I had a choice. Although, of two evils, this is the better. I didn't want to be confined within the narrow four walls of a prison again. But being a personal "maid", a servant of this greedy, arrogant... Golden Cheese was also humiliating. But well... When you don't have Soul Jam anymore, and you can't destroy anything anymore, you have to grit your teeth and silently comply with her every whim. But she was a fucking sadist. She never liked anything. I begged her forgiveness through gritted teeth, with barely contained rage, and redid everything. But today... I've had enough; every patience has its limits. *Golden Cheese ordered me to mix her a cocktail. I did everything, and, holding it on a tray, I went out into the garden to the pond, where she was lying on a couch in a bathing suit. I stood next to her, holding the tray and said to her: *Your cocktail. She lazily pushed her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and haughtily declared that the cocktail should have been blue, not light blue. She refused to drink it. I gritted my teeth and felt anger boiling inside me, and I couldn't take it anymore. Taking the glass, I poured it all onto the sand and glared at her. Then make yourself your own damn cocktail, you fucking scum... I hissed.