Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter IV - The Servants

"Sir?" an unfamiliar voice called.

 I whined, turning over, pulling the blankets over my head. "Cinq minutes de plus!"

"What? Uh, no? Sir, wake up," the voice insisted.

The covers were ripped away from me, causing me to wince. I opened my eyes, taking a moment to adjust before realizing I didn't know what was going on.

I began to look around frantically, looking for something to make me know I was okay and in a familiar place.

The room was one I'd never seen before. The bed was massive, and so soft, with so many warm blankets; most of the colors of the sheets and covers were reds or greys, with an occasional blue. The walls were a dark grey, and every piece of furniture seemed to be black, from the dresser to the vanity to the drawers to the night stand. Even the massive picture frame on the wall was black, though it held a painting of the man I saw the night before and a handsome young man with his hair tied back and a mischievous grin.

Next to me stood a man with light brown hair, a dull red and blue cap, and small oval glasses. He was dressed fancy, with a clean white shirt under a black vest with a tail and a neat black bow tie.

"Good morning, sir. King Fallacy has requested the maid servants and I get you dressed for breakfast," he said primly. "My name is Suave, the butler."

I stared at him. I looked at the black wooden door, seeing five women all struggling to peak inside. They whispered to each other, seemingly fighting.

"W-where am I?" I questioned.

"You can speak English. Excellent. You're in King Fallacy's castle. This is his personal bedroom," this man, Suave, responded. "Well, come on. The King isn't a very patient man."

I looked down, seeing I was wearing an oversized white shirt. It was frilly and soft, and I knew where it came from. The same place as the damn bite marks on my neck and shoulders.

"If you were wondering, you—"

"I wasn't wondering, thank you," I interrupted. I slid to the opposite side of the bed, away from him, getting off of the bed. I noticed I had nothing more than his shirt. It was pretty embarrassing, since it wasn't like I wanted all these peeping toms— or they would be better called peeping tams?— to see everything that I would usually never show.

"Well, ladies, lets get to work," Suave said, turning towards the half-open door.

The five women burst in, grabbing my hands and dragging me towards the center of the room. The short mousy girl of the group held a collection of clothing in her arms.

She stared up at me with her big black eyes, almost looking like a child with her coily, thick black hair tied into two puffs and some of her face being covered by her scarf. For the most part, she just stood there, seeming to have been designated to hold the clothes for the other maids to put on me.

My attention was quickly redirected to another servant as she yelled, "Suave, cover your eyes!"

"I'm the man here. I don't think I'll be too surprised," Suave responded coolly.

I squeaked, knowing exactly what they were talking about, pulling down my shirt to cover myself better. My face grew hot, embarrassed by this all.

"Cover your eyes!" the women collectively yelled.

"Have some loyalty!" one huffed.

Complying, Suave sighed and covered his eyes.

"Alright! Let's get this thing off of you!" the maid servant that had first yelled at Suave said. She was very neat, with short and smooth brown hair and light brown skin. She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted it over my head, completely exposing me before I could react.

I squeaked, again, quickly using my hands to cover myself best I could. My face was a burning inferno of embarrassment. I could feel them staring at me, everywhere.

"He has nice tattoos!" the mousy girl squeaked.

"Yes, but I heard tattoo ink makes the skin taste worse," commented the neat lady, grabbing a pair of long underwear from the top of the piles of neatly folded clothing. "Besides, he's much too skinny for what the king wants."

"He's cute though!" another of the maids, a blonde one, chimed in. "His skinniness makes him look like a little doll! Plus, he has a cute butt!"

"H-hey! I don't look like a doll!" I argued.

"You definitely have the complexion of one," the neat girl replied, making me lift one leg to start putting the underwear on me.

"I can put my own clothes on, too!" I snapped, annoyed by the manhandling.

"I'm sure you can, sweetie, but the king insists that we dress you," the fifth servant explained. "He really wants to see your butt in these underwear, after all!"

"The king will see none of which!" I huffed as the undergarments were pulled up to fit me rather tightly.

"He's definitely not going to want to when we tell him about your tiny penis," the lady said, more to the mousy and blonde girl than to me.

"My penis isn't tiny!" I yelled, frustrated.

"It's fine the way it is. Besides, the king already likes you. He just wouldn't shut up about how much he wants to ravish your cute body!" the other servant, who had a curly dark brown ponytail, comforted me.

"H-he... what...?" My heart fluttered. I think that was that sensation. I could've just been very afraid.

"No, not really! But he does think you're super cute!" the ponytail girl said, grinning. "I'm sure it'll all be okay!"

"Suave! Help us get this corset on this kid!" The lady called to Suave. "And you can uncover your eyes!"

Suave did so, looking a little annoyed with her, although he didn't say anything. He walked up, arms crossed. He stood behind me, though most of the maids did.

"I'm sorry about them. They're such busybodies."

"We're not busybodies!" the blonde girl huffed.

"Just don't listen to them. Gazelle gets off on talking bad about people."

"Wait, which one's Ga— OH, PUTAIN!" I gasped out, feeling the corset suddenly tighten a lot too much. I could barely breathe!

"Suave! You moron!" the lady yelled.

"You're not supposed to tighten corsets that much!" the blonde one exclaimed.

"You had one job!" squeaked in the mousy girl.

"He looks much better, doesn't he?" Suave said.

"I can't breathe!" I yelled, clutching my chest.

"Of course you can! You just spoke!" Suave said, rather matter-of-factly. He tied the corset, keeping it in the restricting position.

"We're so sorry about him," ponytail servant said.

"He's so stupid sometimes," the lady added.

I groaned, knowing nothing would be getting much better soon.