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★ | 178. servant, oz the great and powerful

Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom
Chapter 178: Servant, Oz The Great And Powerful
Word Count: 1069

[name] knelt down on the ground, moving his wash cloth back and forth as he cleaned the floor, making sure it was sparkly clean before he moved onto the next section. His mistress wouldn't be happy if she found even a spec of dust. He didn't want to be punished again.

He sighed, putting the cloth into the hot water, feeling it burning his hand before pulling it back out. His back was hurting and his eyes felt heavy. He was constantly working but as long as he made Evanora happy then he could deal with the discomfort.

Speaking of his master, he saw her walking down the large staircase, a nasty glare on her face, signalling she was in an obvious bad mood. He put his head down and prayed he wasn't used for her to take her rage out on.

His prays weren't answer as he saw her coming closer and she snapped, "get up. Someone else can take over. I need to speak with you."

He nodded his head and stood up immediately, putting the wash cloth into the bucket and following her back up the staircase. It seemed she had only come down to retrieve him. He put his hands behind his back and asked in a soft voice, "is everything okay miss?"

She snapped her head over to him and he flinched back. She pursed her lips and didn't answer the question right away, instead walking through the door into her overly large bedroom that he was always jealous off. His room barely only fit his bed.

"My sister, Theodora has angered me. I wish she wouldn't be so... kind." She seethed out, grabbing [name] by his shirt and pushing him onto her bed.

He bounced slightly and leaned up on his elbow. Evanora was always fighting with her sister and he was always the one she would rant about it to. Or she would use him as a distraction. He was a meek, shy man and sometimes he found it hard to handle her explosive personality and she would scare him.

Though he still felt for her more then what was appropriate between mistress and servant. He was in love with her. He knew she didn't feel the same way. She only used him for her own pleasure and gain. Once he was no longer of use to her she threw him aside.

"What can I do to help?" He questioned, his voice quiet as he looked at her with sweet eyes.

She smirked at him, strutting over to him slowly and putting a hand on his cheek, dragging her nails down his rough skin, causing him a slight amount of pain. He tried to stop himself from flinching away from her, knowing she wouldn't like that.

"You can do what you do best, distract me."

She made her message clear on what she wanted and though he would love for them to just talk to each other, show her he could make her feel better without them having sex, she didn't want that. She wanted his body and only his body. So he gave it to her. He made her forget about her anger for the next hour and he did everything she asked of him.

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[name] was back in the servant quarters. He was just finishing his tasks for the day, finishing later then normal because he had been held up with Evanora. He put the dishes away and breathed out a sign of relief. Now, he could go to bed and get rested for the new day ahead.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" His best friend, Jennifer questioned him with a sympathetic smile. She walked over to him and rubbed his back up and down in comfort.

He winced in pain, moving away from her so she would stop touching that spot and she raised her eyebrows. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He tried to wave her off, just wanting to go to bed and sleep.

She narrowed her eyes and gripped onto his shirt, pulling it up and ignoring his protests. She gasped when she saw the reed, bloody lines running up and down his back. Scars that came from their master's nails. "How could she do this to you?"

He shrugged, feeling the shirt fall back down and a small pain short through him. "She likes it." She liked causing him pain.

"But you don't." She stressed. "And what you want matters. She shouldn't be able to do this. You don't want this."

He shook his head quickly. "I love her. If it makes her happy, I don't mind being a pain." His eyes were wide. He didn't want Jennifer to try and confront Evanora about this. It wouldn't turn out well and he didn't want to lose his best friend.

"Don't you see what's going on? This... relationship with her is toxic. She's hurting you. If she cared about you she wouldn't do this." Jennifer tried to make him see. She wished she could make him see. To stop him from being in love with her but that was harder to do then she originally thought.

"I know... I know it is." He leaned against the counter, feeling tears build in his eyes. "But I love her. If I don't do what she wants, she won't want to see me anymore."

Jennifer moved forward and wrapped him in her arms, letting him rest his head on her shoulder. "I know you love her but she's a bad person, [name], and she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who will treat you like a king, not like her personal punching bag."

He kept his glance on the floor, knowing she was right but Evanora was like an addiction to him. He didn't want to stop seeing her. "I really just want to go to bed." She nodded her head, running a hand through his hair gently. He wished he could get this gentleness from Evanora. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

Even though his bed was only a single and they would both barely fit, she agreed because he needed her and one uncomfortable sleep was worth it if it made him feel better.

And when the next day came, she would do everything she could to keep Evanora away from him.

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