My Husband: The Devil

Friends With My Maid

I must have been crying in a corner for hours before the door swung open. I quickly hid underneath my bed, and the door closed. Then I heard a female voice. "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, are you here?" I came out from my crawl space. When the lady saw me, she uttered a soft cry. "Oh! There you are Your Majesty! Thou hast scared me!", she said. "I'm sorry", I said. "I thought you were....."

She looks at me. "You thought I was His Majesty?", she says. I fold my arms. "You mean that rodent munching kidnapping dirty son of a-"

She runs over to me and puts her hand over my mouth. "Shhh!", she says. "His Majesty could be listening! He doesn't like being insulted." I push her hand away. "I don't care what he does or doesn't like", I snapped. "He deserves it after what he did to me." I sit on the bed that me and the freak are apparently sharing. The girl sits down next to me. "That I can understand", she says. "After all, you are not the first." I stare at her. "What do you mean, I'm not the first?", I say. "I mean, thou art not the first human woman the daemon king hath abducted to be his wife", she says. "Oh", I say. "You don't have to talk like Shakespeare around me you know", I say. "You can speak normally." She shakes her head fearfully. "I cannot. The daemon king would have my tongue for speaking out of line to the queen", she said. I look around. "Well, the 'daemon king' isn't here right now. And I could really use a girl my age to talk to and have at least a little normalcy while I'm down here."

She shakes her head. "Pardon me your Majesty, but I'm your maid, and I just wouldn't be comfortable deceiving the king. He sees and knows all. And I do not wish to lose my job, or lose my head. Literally." I sink back into the pillow and sigh. "Okay, do I at least get to know what I call you?", I say. "Slave", the girl said. "You can call me slave." "Slave?", I repeat. "You don't have a name?" Her mouth contorts into a frown. "I do", she says. "But by order of the daemon king, our real names are not to be used by our superiors. We are his and your slaves, and we are to be called as such." 

I take the pillow on the bed and throw it at the TV. The maid gets up, startled. "I HATE THIS DOUCHE!!!", I scream, and throw myself on the bed. I continue to scream, and my maid tries desperately to calm me down. "Please Your Majesty, don't be vexed!", she says. "You'll make His Majesty most angry!" I get up and face her. "Stop calling me that", I say. "You're to call me Ree-Ha, and nothing more!" Then the door to the bedroom swung open. It was him. 

"What is all this racket?!", he demands and glares at the maid. She trembles so hard, I can actually see her shaking. "Leave her alone!", I yell at him. He slowly turns to me. "What did you just say to me?", he growls. "I said, leave her alone! None of this is her fault!" , I said. "I was making the noise, but only because it's despicable how you treat your servants!"

The look in his eyes is beyond deadly. "Slave, get out", he says to the girl. The girl bows, and leaves without saying another word. He turns his attention to me. He grabs me by my hair and shoves me against the wall. "No one tells me how I treat my slaves", he says in my ear. He throws me on the ground, and I wail in pain. But he wasn't finished. He starts stomping and kicking me. He digs his sharp heel in my side. I screamed so loud, my throat hurt when he took the heel out my waist. He walks over to the bed, breathing heavily. Then he takes off his suit and comes over to me. "Get up", he says. With shaking legs, I managed to get up. "Get your clothes off and get in the bed", he says. I just stare at him. The nerve of this douche, telling me to get in bed with him after what he just did to me.

"You're crazy", I say. "What?", he says, his fists shaking. "I said you're crazy!", I shout. "I would rather wear pink than get into bed with you!" This time, he grabs me by my throat. "You better do what I say", he says. "Or there will be more consequences." 

"Go rot in a firepit", I choke out, and I spit directly in his face. He turns away for a moment, and he throws me against the wall. He takes some chains and chain my feet to the bed. I kick and scream, but he was too strong. He rips off my jacket and chains my arms to the bed. Then he takes a whip and lashes me. Over and over again. It took my whole strength not to cry. I let out a few screams, but I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.