All Chapters of My Cold Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Okay, that was ... tough? No, not necessarily, more like ... okay, my voice stayed away. I was surprised by this and quickly closed my mouth after realizing I was staring at the black-haired man with my mouth open. "So and now again for dwarfs like you: Do you really think that I will deduct one hundred euros for every hour you are here?" Titian continued undeterred. With these words he had done it: I was as mute as a feather falling to the ground. On the other hand, there was a thunderstorm in my head.Suddenly he stood next to me and said: “Divide that by ten or just take the root of this one hundred euros and you have the result,” he smirked, his voice glowing with pleasure. I got up suddenly from my chair and was about to leave, but of course he stopped me. "You damn wanker, you got me ..." I started to insult him and vent my anger, but he pulled me firmly and before I could continue my hate speech, I bumped into him.A moment later I was mute. It remin

My theory actually came true. Titian came in with two women - one next to him each - through the mighty front door. He looked mischievously into my eyes and looked around. When he got a first impression of my work, he said: “As pure as crystals”.I looked at him angrily and crossed my arms in front of my chest, dropping the broom like a tarantula. Then I poisoned: “I'll give you 'As pure as crystals'! What are you doing here at this time anyway? ”. “Not in that tone with me, my lady. Coincidentally, I live here, ”Tizian replied to me, only insolently smugly.It was clear that this was how he reacted. I said angrily: “I'm not your lady! Just because you made me your slave… ”, I got no further because one of the women asked:“ Is that her? ”. Confused, I looked at the three people who suddenly fixed me like prey. What was that supposed to mean? Titian raised his voice: “Yes, that's it”. “

After these words from Titian, I stood and stared after him with my mouth open. His action was the very last! It was like something broke inside me, but it couldn't be. It was all broken long ago. It had been like this for over three years and I felt fine. After a while, I took care of the dirty dishes. After it was finally clean and dried, I put it back.Then I went straight to my room. When I arrived I immediately closed the door and holed up in my bed. At least I could sleep in tomorrow. Now there was no way I could disappear into my dreamland. While I was just wondering what kind of country it was. Even if I slept late, I never had good dreams about it. Quite the opposite.Sometimes I had this dream that everything around me was dark and I screamed for help but no one helped me. I looked into beaming faces that were so close and yet so far. It was as if some kind of glass wall separated me from this joy. I could see the happy people, but they couldn't see me. But I