A/N there's a problem I'm working on in which I use third and first person together, sorry if that's confusing, also I might make this a Daniela X Clem
Or maybe an Alcina x clementine story so, we'll see!//
It's been a few weeks. I've been working as hard as possible, panic attacks have been assured at lease once a day. I haven't been well, my head feels light when I stand up to quick.
I blame my illness on the below par food quality, it's disgusting leftovers; or on a lucky day fresh bread one of us makes.
I continue to work, but it seems futile for such a measly pay weekly.
---------March 23rd---------
Clementine swore under her breath as she cleaned the halls, she felt as if eyes were on her. Constantly. Her head felt faint as she sits gently on the floor, her dress a little disheveled.
She noticed the echoing symphony of heals and flys, her mind ran as she pondered who this could be.
From around the corner I can see a huge woman, around nine feet tall, off white dress, black hair and blood red lips.
I stood up just as Daniela Materialized from behind her.
"This is Clementine, from last months batch of maids. I wanted to show you mother, maybe her blood is as exquisite."
Daniela spoke in a rather ecstatic tone.
The tall women smiled, chuckling before speaking in a suductive and dominating voice. "So, Maid. My daughter has made me aware of your presence, purely on looks."
She paused as if to scan my features before continuing, "We must taste you, I haven't had albino blood in decades." She purred, bending down to my hight she played with a strand of my hair.
"Of course, my lady. When would this happen?"
I asked softly, not daring to stare her in the eyes. Lady Dimitrescu grabbing my face and forcing me to look into her golden eyes, "Its happening now. Follow me."
Alcina ordered, clementine followed closely to Daniela, treading carefully behind.
The reached the wine room, Lady Dimitrescu sat down, as did Daniela. She beckoned me, as I stood Infront of her she grabbed my arm. My wrists veins were visible through my light skin, Daniela got up grabbing her sickle. My hand shook as her blade reached my skin, the cold metal slicing like butter. My red blood leaking out, "wonderful." Alcina praised, licking her crimson lips.
She dipped her head to my wound, licking and slightly sucking the liquid pouring out.
Lady Dimitrescu had a pleased face, her eyes shone as the flavour soaked into her taste buds.
"You're exquisite, it's almost better than your beauty. What is your position, Maid?"
She asked, dabbing the excess blood from her lip with a small white handkerchief.
Clementine stuttered a little, the raw domineering vibe of this Lady was enough to make her shiver.
"Position..? I live in the small quarters in the dungeons, I suppose I'm the lowest rank."
Clementine nodded, hoping the lady was pleased with her answer.
Her answer was met with a small smile, "My dear Daniela, move her to the maidens quarters closest to me. You don't mind us moving your objects, hmm?"
Alcina purred,
"Of course not. I have nothing of value."
She admitted. Clementine took a small step back, bowing and standing off to the edge while the two women spoke about Clementines living space.
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Fiksi PenggemarClementine Beaufoy, a french women with albinism born to a Merchant family, moved to the village of the Four Lords with her family for business. After the first lycan attack her parents send her away to be a maiden for a rich Manor, and after years...
