Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Fighting back

"It wasn't so bad here after all."

Yes it was.

It had only been a week when Amy had started her new life in the mansion, but things had turned around after the first calm night. The slenders didn't allow there to be a human in their mansion just lazing around like she owned the place, so they made sure Amy did something useful. Cleaning the massive house was one of the things Amy had grown to hate with all of her might. She had to wash all the windows and door knobs and polish everything that was made out of metal or silver, including every cutlery in the kitchen after she was done washing the dishes. She had to sweep the floors from dust and wash every piece of clothing Trender had thrown at her. Even cooking meal was on her list of things to do, even if no one really bothered to eat what she had made, leaving her to eat it all by herself. 

It was worse here than it was with her parents. When Amy had hit puberty, her parents had gone soft on her and weren't so rough on household chores anymore like they used to. But now everything needed to be done as soon as possible and perfectly like it was a raze and the human was sure she was running on fumes, about to break down like an old machine that had not been repaired in decades.

At some point the human was sure this was all a test, or at least some kind of a game that the faceless immortals found somehow funny. They watched her a lot, rarely started a conversation with her like they were entertained enough just by watching her work her ass off every day. Even with pairs of non-existing eyes crawling on her backside, the human has never felt so alone, nor did the feeling ever lessen. Splendorman had tried to befriend her more, but both of them were busy with their own things. At some moments the human hoped she would be able to connect with the brothers more, even if becoming friends with them sounded like a crazy idea. But maybe she wouldn't feel so afraid or awkward around them if she just talked to them. Yet no matter how hard the human tried to start talking to them, the message was clear that they weren't interested enough to answer her back. So to avoid bothering the faceless men, the human did what she was told, feeling a little sad for being treated like a slave and not like a possible member of the family, even if that was a little too much to ask for. 

After the human was done cleaning every room in the mansion she was allowed to enter, she sighed out in relieve, hoping she had now time to relax more. But only more work was pushed in front of her.

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"100 push ups! NOW!"

"What the fuck?"

Trender looked down at the human who was going up and down, pushing her own body closer to the ground and back up with her weak arms a few times before she fell down, the green grass tickling her as the sun was burning her skin. They were outside of the mansion, practicing for Zalgo's next move but so far it wasn't going so good. They had seen that the human handles her weapons well the last time she had been attacked, but her physical condition was not something to be admired of. She was slow, weak and got very easily tired. It was something they needed to work on.

"Get up", Trender commanded, knowing he wasn't the best coach for something like this. He was more interested in fashion and photography, but now he was stuck with a plump girl who was too lazy to work out on her own.

"100 push ups is WAY too much for someone like me", the red head complained, breathing hard as she forced herself back up. Her hands were trembling, muscles stinging on her body as she did a few more push ups before stopping to take a break.

"Yes, I can see that you're a weakling. That's something that needs to be changed", Trenderman declared to her loudly, walking around like he was nervous of something or just wanted this to be over soon. The human muttered something under her breath but continued doing as she was told, even if her body felt like it was breaking apart.