Maid to Serve (boyx3boys)

Compromise

We'll get the the spice soon I promise! Just not in this chapter 😢
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I woke up to sunlight streaming through large windows. Instantly I knew where I was, back in the insanely comfortable bed, in this insanely scary house. I wanted to feel sad, I wanted to wallow and whine about everything going on, but I just couldn't bring myself to. It was like I'd gone numb, nothing really mattered anymore. I would cook and clean for the rest of my life, but at least I had a life to live. It's worth it, or at least, it's the only way. I stretched and got dressed, heading downstairs to continue the next day, because what other choice did I have? I didn't see any of the three men until I walked into the dining room to serve them breakfast. I had decided to not give them anything, not a smile, not an ounce of recognition, and certainly not the embarrassment that is often clearly displayed on my face. I set the plates down and walk out. And I do it again and again and again. Until I feel like banging my head against the wall. The men don't say anything, they don't try to pick fun or scare me. They just sit there day after day as I plate their stupid food that I wish I could shove down their stupid handsome faces. UGH. In my fit of rage I had dropped a plate and it shattered everywhere.
"Oh my gosh! F*ck!" I was so done with everything. I didn't want my life to be like this, I was good, I never did awful things, or called people names. Why me?
"What the h*ll Alex?" Nick had burst through the kitchen door at the noise.
"It's fine, I just dropped a plate, sorry sir." I hadn't meant for it to come out so blunt and rude but I couldn't help it. Nick started to walk over.
"I said it's fine just leave before you step on the glass." This time my voice sounded more strangled, as if any moment I was going to break and nothing could put me back together.
"Geez Alex just let me help I-" I whipped around and stared at Nick.
"I don't need your help, it's fine, I'm fine!" My voice had got louder at the end, and tears were pooling in my eyes but I hadn't even noticed until now.
"Alex are you-." A look of worry started to form on Nicks face. As if he had it in him to care about anything ever! As if seeing me standing here crying wasn't giving him joy. From the peripheral of my watering eyes I noticed two large figures enter the room, Chris and Caesar. I stood firm, still staring at Nick, as if challenging him. But all of a sudden I didn't have the energy anymore. It's as if someone was sucking the life out me and I want to sob, I want to run to Martha as she held my and cry away all my worries. But I couldn't, so I ran. Knocking into Nicks arm as I left, I ran up the stairs quicker than I had ever run in my life, the tears were falling faster now, threatening to drown me. Like my own deep pool of sadness...and I couldn't swim.

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I don't remember much after storming into my room. Just the warmth of the covers pulling me under, how my breath slowed down even though I was still angry, and how the tears dried, leaving my skin tight and aching.

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I woke up for seemingly like the millionth time. I had been in an out of sleep for what felt like days, for all I knew it could have been. No one had knocked on the door, no one summoned me, or tried to force me out of bed. I was thankful for that, but also scared about what it meant for when I stepped outside. My stomach felt like an abyss, as if I could eat everything in the world and it wouldn't satisfy me. Then as if I'm cue, my stomach grumbled loudly. I needed food, and fast. It was still dark outside, maybe I could run down and no one would notice. I stepped out of bed, trying my best not to make any noise. The door creaked slightly as I left, but no one would be able to hear it. Luckily the steps were silent, and the door to the kitchen was too. I made a b-line to the pantry, grabbing aimlessly in the dark, refusing to use a light that might give me away. My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and I was able to recognize foods a bit better. I decided this was enough for now and turned back into the kitchen. But then I saw a figure, I didn't recognize him at first, not until he spoke.
"I don't care what you have to do, just get it done, I can't go anywhere right now so you better get your sh*t together and figure it out!" I froze. It was Nick, he was whisper yelling, and. it was kind of funny. No! Nothing about him is funny!
"Call me back when you've actually done something useful." And with that, whoever Nick was calling with, hung up the phone. I didn't dare move, what happened if Nick saw me, would he get angry, or threaten to k*ll me again? But before I had anymore time to think, Nick left the room. Phew! My arms were full of food so I used my back to push open the pantry door, at least enough for me to slip out. Then I tiptoed across the kitchen, tightly grasping everything in my hands.
"Shit my phones still in the kitch-" I froze, and so did Nick. For a moment we both stood there, staring at each other. Then after what felt like an eternity, Nick spoke.
"You woke up." He had a slight surprise to his tone.
"Y-yeah." I suddenly felt embarrassed carrying all of this food.
"Are you planning to lock yourself up in the room forever?" Nick gestured to the food I was carrying. Now I wasn't embarrassed, I was angry, remembering the way I felt and how I had stormed out of the kitchen just a few days prior.
"A-and if I was?" I tried to sound as confident as I could, as confident as any person who had arm fulls of snacks could. Nick didn't speak though, not for a long time. He gestured for me to move toward the counter, and reached for the food in my arms, helping me unload it even though I never asked him to.
"Don't." I looked up, what did he mean don't?
"Don't w-what?" Maybe it was dumb, but I had been more embarrassed in front of this man before, at this point I didn't care if I sounded stupid.
"Lock yourself up there." To that I laughed, maybe that wasn't the best idea to do in front of the buff scary man standing there, but like I said, I didn't have it in me to care. I was angry, I was allowed to be angry. Heck anyone else in my situation would be!
"W-well if you don't want me to, then I'll be extra sure to hide away for a long long time." I stood in front of him now, shoulders squared, body unmoving. Though I was still about a foot smaller, I didn't feel weak, not in the slightest.
"In fact I'm sure I could last years! After a while I'd just go a little crazy and everything would start feeling numb, no pain, no hunger, no jackass forcing me to feed his prestigious little mouth whatever he felt like that night! Yes now that I'm thinking out loud, this is the perfect plan!" I sucked in a quick breath after the last word. I know I should have been scared, but I was more curious than anything. What would Nick say, or do? He leaned down then, I expected some threat or comment that would make me go cold, but instead he looked me in my eyes and spoke with the smallest hint of a smile.
"You didn't stutter, I'm impressed." What! Why would- how -he UG.
"T-that wh-what!" Nick smiled at that too, but it quickly turned to a frown. Then without warning both of Nicks hands came down to my face, holding it in place. The thing is, I was prepared for threats, I was prepared for the crushing pressure of his hands, or words, or whatever nasty thing he wanted to throw at me. What I wasn't prepared for was his thumb swiping across my cheek, drying a tear I hadn't even realized was there.
"Do-don't touch me." The words came out soft, as if I didn't really mean them. And I didn't make any move to turn away.
"Don't cry again...it's unsettling." Nick wiped up another tear, and seemed to examine my face even closer. My mouth gaped open. What was happening? I hated this man, he-he was a monster. He didn't care about me or anything else.
"No. You-you can't do that, you can't say that." I quickly moved away from Nick, realizing how messed up this was.
"You treat me like trash, you lock me up and destroy my life! No! When I cry you should be happy, knowing it is all. your. fault." I was heaving now, and I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Nick wasn't acting normal, sure I'd only had a few interactions, but they had made his motives pretty clear.
"Alex come here right now." Nick pointed in front of him.
"I won't ask a second time." His words were commanding, but they were also sad, as if I had actually hurt him somewhere deep down.
"Stop this! Stop bossing me around! You know what? If you want to kill me then just do it already! I'm done doing this, done being some rag doll you three mess around with!" I didn't want to die, I really didn't, but I was so angry, angry at everything in this whole world. Then like lightning Nick pounced on me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back.
"Oh baby I can show you rag doll." He whispered in a raw and rough tone.
"N-no." Against my will my mind started to imagine what being Nicks rag doll would feel like. Oh god stop it Alex! Then Nick let go of my wrists, but kept me pressed up against the counter.
"Then are you ready to talk this all out like the good boy you promised to be?" Memories of my begging came flooding back at his words. My cheeks flushed but I somehow kept my composure and spoke back.
"Y-yes sir." Nick smirked and backed away.
"Good, let's go to my room."

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Once me and Nick made it to his room, he pulled out the chair from his desk and sat down.
"You can sit on the bed, more comfortable that way." I nodded, I guess that was kind of considerate..? I wasn't really sure what we were meant to talk about, so I stayed quiet.
"Why did you cry in the kitchen that day?" I glanced up at Nick as he spoke.
"Well- I- isn't it obvious?" Could he not use his context clues?
"You've imprisoned me, forced me to cook and clean, and threatened my life...multiple times." I laughed, this was all so crazy.
"I mean any sane person would be absolutely loosing their shit right now, what did you expect?" Nick stared at me, waiting as if he thought I might continue speaking, but I didn't.
"I thought you might like cooking." I think this man was seriously detached from human emotions.
"I do! That's the only thing keeping me sane in this h*llhole." What else did he want my to say? I mean really, he can't be that dumb.
"Well what do you want?"
"What do I want? What do I want! I want to be free and able to go live my life normally!" Nicks face stayed neutral.
"Well I can't do that, I can't risk you going to the police at this point, or telling anyone what you saw."
"Yes obviously I know that, it doesn't change the fact I want to leave though." Nick didn't speak. And I made no effort to either. The silence was nice, maybe the first time I felt a little peace in this godforsaken place. Then, slowly, Nick moved toward the bed, sitting right next to me. He was towering above me as usual; then he finally spoke.
"You have to stay here, but we won't make you do anything any longer, does that make it better?" I froze up, why was he so close?
"I-I guess." I gulped, suddenly feeling very hot.
"Anything else you need, just ask...okay?" I nodded again, my mouth had gone dry.
"Wh-why-why are you being l-like this all of a sudden?" I didn't want to be fooled by Nick again, but this felt so...genuine.
"Change of heart?" Nick whispered.
"No-no there must be something you want! Just spit it out." Nick chucked
"No. Nothing. Well maybe that steak once in a while, but I have a feeling you'll cook even if we don't tell you to." Nick smiled and I felt myself turn red.
"So you sure you don't need anything? Not a tv? A phone?-" then his voice became a whisper,
"A couple of those toys you admitted to liking so much?" If I hadn't been bright red before, I was now.
"I-I forget I uh told you th-that okay! I was desperate and I-I thought it was my only way to l-live." More memories crashed into me like a wave, and I started to become hard, just as I had that night.
"Well it's cute you're desperate." Nick smirked and leaned back, holding his weight with one arm.
"You know if you ever need...help, I'm here." I was sure I was on fire.
"You said y-you wouldn't wish your worst enemy that!" I blurted it out without thinking. That night had been plaguing my mind ever since, and I was almost relieved to be mentioning it.
"Yes, but I didn't know that enemy had such a wide range of...interests at the time." Nick leaned in closer and then whispered in my ear.
"If you're interested, join me in this room, on Saturday, 9 pm, and not one minute later." At that I stood up.
"Ah um I'm-I'm okay uh thank you uh...Nick. I'll uh definitely make that steak some other time- um thank you!" And then I ran back to my room, slamming the door shut as soon as I slipped inside.

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A longer chapter but it was needed! Had to make Nick at least a bit nice😙