¤The Mansion Maid¤

Reality

‘Did you deserve this?’

The woman opened the door, “Hun, I’m home!” She called out for her partner. She furrowed her eyebrows at the lack of response. She drops her stuff and hangs up her jacket. Carefully, she makes her way upstairs.

The frown on her face deepened once she caught on quiet mumbling. “Won’t she find out?” The sound of her partner, cautious.

“Course not. Let’s keep going…”
The woman froze. The sound of her best friend.

Hesitantly, she placed her ear against the door. Moaning, the sound of the bed creaking. Skin slapping skin. Her hands rushed to her mouth suppressing a gasp.

“What was that sound?”

“Ugh, ignore it. She’s probably not even here.”

“Hmmm, alright.”

The woman was shocked. She couldn't move.

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“(_____)? You’re being quiet. What’s up?” The woman looked, staring at what she thought was her boyfriend. She felt betrayed. Everytime she looks at him. She had her future planned with this man. Getting married, growing old, but he didn’t think that of her.

“Yeah, did something happen?” Dolus, is the name we’ll give for her friend, looked at her with concern. It all hurts.

(_____) nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from work.” She lied through her teeth. Dolus had reached out to her, seeking help after being fired and evicted and being the good friend (_____) is, she let her stay over.

Her boyfriend smiled, pecking her on the cheek. It once brought her comfort, now the mere feeling of his presence made her sick.

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“(_____)! It came!” Dolus yelled, as her friend strolled over to her. They look at the package. The components of something they bought. “I'll get the screw and you can get the nails. Oh, get me a hammer too.”

The blueprints, a tiny doll house. Two sides, personalised for the duo building it. Two tiny dolls resembling the builders. (H/C) hair, (E/C) dots for eyes. Blonde hair, stripes dyed in brown, grey but almost white eyes.

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What happened next?

Who's (____)? I think you know.

Who's Dolus? You can find out.

Huske, reader. Huske.

Did (____) deserve this?

Did you deserve this?

All of this.

You deserve rest, (Y/N).

You have a right, (Y/N).

A right to feel nothing but hatred towards them.

Towards her.

Huske, (Y/N). Dolus, (____)

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Rest.

Rest.

Rage