After opening the curtains I tried not to stare at her perfectly sculpted pale body covered in soap suds. Dripping wet and curvy. I felt something in my core heat up and I snapped back to why I'm actually here. God Frost get your head together. I met her frightened gaze. I was used to that look. I was aware of how people saw me. Cold and cruel. A monster.
"You didn't tend to the garden" I said. My voice steady. Emotionless. There was a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks and I noticed her efforts to try and cover her body.
"I'm not here to stare at you in the wash room. I'm here to tell you, you failed to fallow through with your command. Why?"
"I'm sorry Master Frost." She said. I shivered as her beautifully soft lips said my name. And found myself wondering what they felt like against my own...
Snap out of It frost!
What are these strange thoughts racing through my head? These feeling are so foreign to me. But that's not why I came here.
"I asked you a question. Why did..." My eyes caught a glimpse of something on her arm and I paused. Was that...was that a bruise? I grabbed her arm before she could pull away and sure enough her arm was covered in bruises. Panic raced through my body.
"What is this?" I asked. Trying to calm my breathing. Whoever did this was going to pay.
"Who did this to you?" I said more sternly.
"I...I dropped a plate" she whispered. Lowering her head as if in shame.
"I see..." I said. I then looked at her entirely. She was covered in bruises. Her eyes were red and puffy and her skin was sickly pale. She looked exhausted. She needed rest.
"You're taking a few days off." I said.
She looked at me, surprised.
"What?" She said, confusion wrinkling her brow.
"You need rest" I said.
"I can't have maids dropping dead on my watch. It's bad for business."
"But Master I can't!....and Ms. Gertrude..." She argued
"I'll deal with her" I said
"Now finish washing and don't leave your bed until I say so." I swiftly shut the curtains. Leaving no room for argument. Then slammed the bedroom door shut and stomped down the attic stairs. I was going to have a long talk with ms Gertrude. Nobody abuses my maids.
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The Master of Beauty
RomanceIsabella is a maid in the Frost mansion. Beaten by the other maids for every little thing she does wrong and plagued by nightmares of her past life and frightened by her cold and cruel master. Her life isn't exactly easy. But what happens when Maste...
