𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝: Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6: The Golden Walls

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Rewritten Version

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You kept your head darted down to the floor, nodding lightly. "Y-yes, my lady. I understand," feeling puzzled by her intimating tone, which sent shivers down your quivering spine as she continued.

She tilted her head, her gaze fixated on your trembling small figure. "Will you do that for me, Y/N?"

With a shaking breath, you nodded again, wiggling your fingers along the edge of your dress. "Y-.. yes, ma'am."

She leaned her face down toward you, and with a subtle tone, she whispered. "Tell me what exactly?"

You held your breath as you noticed her leaning in. "To tell you the truth, my lady," you managed to choke out as she was only inches away from you, assuming that you had done something she did not approve again.

"Hm, good girl." She whispered quietly, lifting your chin up to her yellow deep eyes. "Now explain, why was my eldest precious daughter crying in the courtyard this morning, hm?" Her sharp gaze pierced yours as she tilted her head to the other side.

Your eyes widend while your brows frowned confused, recalling the morning in your head. "W-.. what? What crying?" You questioned, unsure of what she meant.

"Are you stupid or just deaf, huh?" She hissed at you, her pearly teeth baring agitatedly.

You shook your head, startled by her frustrated tone. "My-.. my, lady. I don't.. I have no idea what you're talking about." You tried to explain in your defense as her gaze grew more furious with each passing second.

"You're not answering my damn question. Why was she crying?" Her grip on your chin tightend.

Your heart thumped against your chest as you watched her brows furrow, angry. "S-.. she really wasn't, my lady. I'm telling the truth, I really am." She harshly let go of your chin and stood up from her vanity chair, doubling your height as she stared down at you with angered eyes. Your knees ached from nerves as you followed her rising form. "M-.. my lady, please, I am telling the tru-"

With a quick forceful grasp on your throat, she pushed you against the wall behind you, her frowning face just inches away. "Allow me to ask you again because it appears you're an absolute imbecile of a maid who struggles to answer a simple question I asked you, isn't it?" She squeezed your throat tightly as you choked in her gloved hand.

Your eyes widen with fear as her hand locked around your neck, holding you above the floor with such ease. "N-.. no, please." You shook your head frantically.

Your quivering lips let out a painful gasp as you felt her sharp nails sink deeper into your skin. "Look at your pathetic whines, it almost disgusts me," she hissed, her gaze following your scared tears as they streamed down your terrified face.

"S- stop, it- it.. hurts.." You managed to push out of your lungs as you felt your head dazed from her violent grasp, blood running from your nose all the way to your chin, while she watched in pure delight, seeing you fight panickedly against her strong strength.

She snickered, her lips curving into a mocking pout. "Aw, does it hurt? Does it really?" She clenched her finger a little tighter, causing trails of your own blood drip down your attire dress.

You felt your lungs cramp inside of your chest as you gasped for air, feeling as trails of your red blood ran down your uniform while she watched with an unconcerned expression at your bleeding nose, oblivously bleeding you out against the wall. "S.. stop-.. m-.. mistress." As she narrowed her eyes down to your neck, a realization struck her, and her gaze lightly widened as she watched streaks of blood cover your white pieces on your dress, leaving flows of blood all over the wooden floor.