" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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Ughh!
What just happened? Why does my body ache like I've been flattened by a truck? I groaned as I struggled to open my eyes, greeted by pounding headaches and waves of nausea. With a desperate urgency, I stumbled to the bathroom, the taste of bile rising in my throat. After retching out whatever remnants of yesterday's meals, I leaned against the sink with a weary sigh, feeling utterly drained and exhausted. Wiping the water from my face, I tried to gather my thoughts amidst the lingering lethargy.
Looking at the time, I quickly changed my clothes and rushed to the living room as I was very late today. God dammit. Already that guy is hell bent on torturing me and he is finding out new ways on how to plan out a new way to torment me and this would be a perfect reason for him to execute my death sentence to me today. Thankfully, no one noticed my absence and were already working on their prescribed work. I was thinking of disguising myself and start working on the living room only for it to be paused with a loud shrill voice.
"Stop right there Amaira!"
I turned my head to the sound of the voice to see the devil standing there all mighty with his suit and hair being kempt. He was standing on the stairs looking at me in a calculator gaze before saying something absurd.
"Bring me my coffee." he ordered and just went back to his room leaving not only me but the other maids dumbfounded. What is with this new order of making his coffee. I did not even enter the kitchen for the past 3 months of my capture and now suddenly since yesterday I must work on making his coffee. With a grunt I strode towards the kitchen taking out the items for preparing coffee. Once it was done, I placed it in a tray and was walking out of the kitchen when I was blocked by someone.
And there it was, another bitch in the house. Julie. God why am I surrounded by bitches and devils. Won't I even see a normal person in life. From the moment I started working here, it seemed Julie had made it her mission to scrutinize my every move. Whether it was housekeeping duties or personal matters, she always managed to insert herself, watching me with an unhappy glare. As she approached, I braced myself for her latest round of unwarranted criticism. With a weary sigh, I gave her a level stare, waiting for her to voice whatever grievance was on her mind today.
"So what is your secret?"
Being confused, I asked, "Secret for what?"
"Tch... acting ignorant are we?"
God I feel my headache increasing with the amount of bullshit she is spewing. See didn't I tell you this bitch here really gets on my nerves.
"Julie, I really do not have time for your nonsense. Master had ordered for his coffee and I need to deliver this to him. So if you could please move I could deliver this coffee to him and then answer your question."
I tried to move out of the way and proceed to the stairs. Keyword: Tried. Because apparently this madam here did not move out of the way but rather block the another pathway that I was moving too.
