Ikemen Villains: Maid for Your Command

Jude Jazza: Maid for Your Command

"So lemme get this straight. Some bloke ya barely know says 'Be a maid' and you go 'Yessir, right away, sir!'? That the kinda thing ya into, huh?"

"That's not what happened!"

I let out a frustrated sigh as I argued with Jude yet again.

It all started as I was accompanying him on a mission as Fairytale Keeper.

A woman who appeared to be a maid accidentally bumped into me and dropped the clothes she was carrying. The man beside her looked to be her master and tried whipping her right there and then. I immediately intervened to protect her, only for Jude to get irritated with the "negotiations" that took place between us.

"I thought it would be better to help her with the laundry, rather than let her get abused."

"Real impressed by your integrity, I truly am. But there's no guarantee all ya gotta do is wash it 'n be done."

"I know there's no way to confirm that, but still... "

Her master had said, "If you want to protect her, then be my maid in her place and wash my dirty clothes."

But then he saw Jude before I could say a word, and all the color drained from his face. And then he just ran off somewhere.

"At least I'm not such a terrible person that I scare people off with just a glance at my face."

"Yeah, 'cept thanks to that 'terrible person' ya don't gotta play maid no more, do ya?"

"Well-"

"Shouldn't ya be returnin' me the favor?"

My body froze as if it were a reflex. I already knew what owing Jude a favor meant, and it wasn't pretty.

But I can't deny that him being there helped me out...

"I'll treat you to lunch in order to say thank you."

"Nah, don't want that."

He flatly refused and stared at me with the eyes of a predator.

"Let's see, what should ya owe me..."

A cruel, cold smile spread across his face.

"How 'bout ya pay me back by bein' my maid, huh? If ya can do it for a stranger, ya can do it for me, can't ya? Ya ever hear of a contract of obedience?"

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"Huh? Can't hear ya. Say it again, louder this time."

I tried to gather up my voice, but every time I opened my mouth to speak, the words came out shaking.

"Next time if ya talk too quietly, I'll shove a rag in your useless mouth. C'mon now, speak up."

Jude had taken me to one of his company warehouses. And I stood there trembling with anger at his humiliating order.

"...I pledge obedience to my master."

"Sit."

"...Excuse me?"

"What the hell happened to obedience, huh? I said, sit!"

I gritted my teeth as I obeyed Jude's ridiculous order while he crossed his arms and leaned against a packing box. The floor of the warehouse was so cold it made me shiver.

"You're not treating me like a maid. You're treating me like a dog."

"If ya listen to every command I give ya, what's the difference?"

He stood up and stepped on the hem of my dress with his stylish black shoes.

How am I supposed to stand up now?