Hello my naughty Stays. I'm in a group where I post censored, picture-inspired writings. Many have asked for the uncensored versions so you can thank them for these juicy writings. Each chapter will be different but all will be y/n. So grab a drink...
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The morning sun shines in your eyes from the tiny, solitary window in your chambers. You groan, the thought of facing another day stuck in the hell hole that is your family's castle. You would think the daughter of a Lord of Court would live in luxury. Sadly, your father was killed in battle and his wealth was passed to the only male relative, your step-brother, who despises you. Your step-mother and half-sister also loathe you, blaming you for your father's death. You don't see how that is possible, unless you grew a dick and balls overnight, learned to wield a sword and fought for the enemy realm.
Nonetheless, you were kicked out of your wing of the castle, it given to your sister. Your clothes were burned, your maid fired, and you were forced to wear your sister's former clothes. Your sister could never measure up in your father's eyes, him recognizing the evil that he had spawned when she was an infant so she ate her feelings. When he died, you became the brunt of her brutality while she shed the weight off quickly. She may be stunning on the outside but inside, she's a rotting corpse.
Suddenly the bell in your room rings violently, signaling you have been summoned by the court jester, aka, your step-brother. You groan again as you quickly run to the cold bucket in the corner of the small, circular room. You lather up soap to clean yourself, your teeth chattering. You look over your shoulder to the empty fireplace, the one piece of wood mocking you next to it. You know you are only allowed one piece every fourteen days, with it still being the first day, you dare not use it. You quickly dry off and go to the peg by the door, putting on the oversized dress and loose undergarments. You growl at how tight you must tie the strap around the waist to keep it from falling off of you, your half the woman your sister was, literally. You put your slippers on that are held together with hope and prayers, then you race down the tower steps, the bell never stopping.
Once at the bottom you run across the castle to the sitting room, their favorite place to waste the day in. You fix your hair, smoothing it behind your shoulders and take a deep breathe before going in. Inside are four red sitting chairs, a round table with different pastries, and a matching red rug. They had changed the soft colored furniture out for ones that looks like someone died on them. Your step-brother has his back to you, looking out the window at the vast land behind the castle where horses graze. He has his hands behind his back and he drums his thumb on his belt, clearly irritated. The other two imbeciles are sitting in the chairs, sipping tea smugly.
"What took you so long sister?" the antichrist asks.
"Clearly she thinks she can sleep in Gretchen," the devil snickers.
"Enough!" your step-brother exclaims.
"Oh Henry, we jest. Do tell her why you summoned her," the devil coos to her son.
Gretchen puts down her tea and claps her hands, "Yes."
"You," Henry turns around, glaring at you. "You will be given a new dress and will have a proper cleaning." You instantly smell a trap so you say nothing. "Do you know what day it is?" You shake your head no. "It's Hyunlix Day." And the two demons sigh loudly, lost in fantasy.
