THE HEAD MAID'S TORTURE

[Music Recommendation: Amour| Jean-Michel Blais]

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Drying her dampen hair with a white towel that was given to her by the maid who went to bring her some clothes to dress, she walked out of the entice, wrapped up in a bathrobe that reached her knee perfectly and a pair of white woollen homey sleepers.

Seeing the servants arranging a table filled with food she immediately returned to the bathroom, holding on to her chest. 'Phew! that was close,' thought Vilian in her mind. Coming out from her reverie she heard a pair of footsteps nearing the other side of the door and a young lady's voice was heard who was no one other than Ella. She knocked on the door twice and asked for permission to come in, but Vilian declared soon after the maid asked for it.

"Mi'lady, the breakfast has been served," Ella let know Vilian and waited for her to reply.

"Ehh... Can you please tell everyone to leave the room? I... I would like some privacy,"

"As per your wish, Mi'lady," said Ella and left the place to let everyone present know about the orders given to her by the lady. Soon after Ella said so, the servants and the maids left the room. Servants and maids of the mansion were eager to meet the female guest of their master. The earlier maid had boasted about Vilian's flawless beauty, her kindness, and her carefree attitude, which increased the curiosity of the maids and servants.

Once everyone left, Ella came to stand in front of the bathroom door and said,

"Mi'lady, as you had asked for everyone has left and I'm about to leave too. Please do call me if you need any help, Mi'lady. I'll be standing out right near the room door."

"Wait!" Vilian stopped the maid before she could step away and asked toning down her voice hesitantly. "If you don't mind, can I know your name, please?" she asked politely.

Ella didn't know why the lady was so nice to her. She spoke to her as if they were some normal strangers. But for heaven's sake, she was a maid and the lady was someone higher in status than her.

"Are you there?" asked Vilian opening the door slightly, peeking through the small gap, when there wasn't a reply for the question she asked from the maid.

"Forgive me, Mi'lady. My name is Ella," said Ella bowing her head ninety degrees in angle.

"Ella..." she spelled the maid's name, and the maid nodded her head. "Ok, Ella. You can wait out near the door. I'll call if needed," said Vilian, peeking out her head through the slightly opened door.

Ella in agreement bowed her head and left the room. Vilian slowly came out of the bathroom but still was not sure the room was left only with her presence, so she slowly checked every nook and crook to only end up catching no one around.

She sighed deeply in relief and fell on the fluffy, bouncy bed. Enjoying the soft and comfy, she suddenly remembered the food was getting cold and jumped off the bed to get dressed, but then as there wasn't anyone in the room and the food was in the process of turning cold so she didn't think twice to have the meal even without her getting dressed. She didn't mind that she was still in a bathrobe. She sat on the chair and dragged it forward making a screeching sound to make herself comfortable and started to have her breakfast by serving herself.

Hardly lifting the jug filled with milk using both of her hands she poured it into a glass that was empty beside her left side and placed the jug back where it was earlier.

Taking two chocolate-creamed biscuits and dipping them in the glass of milk, she took a bite which followed till the end of the biscuits. It felt heavenly that she couldn't help but moan, tasting the yummy creamy biscuits, then she took another biscuit and licked the white cream layer off the biscuit while closing her eyes. Completing the glass of milk with the biscuits, she caught sight of a small container filled with crimson strawberries and a jar of Nutella. Vilian quickly got up from her seat and reached for the strawberry container and the Nutella jar which were on the other corner of the table. Opening the jar she placed the lid aside and took the container filled with strawberries and placed it near the Nutella jar. She took the strawberries one by one, dipping them in Nutella she gobbled the juicy berries one after another savoring the taste that etched on her tongue.

Strawberry juices dripped from her now darkened rosy lips and some of the Nutella was smudged and smeared on her cheeks that looked puffy with the amount of food in her mouth. Though she was a light eater, she had a sweet tooth that can never resist sweets. Especially, when it came to chocolates, Nutella, and peanut butter. They were three heavenly things for her. A feast to her eyes and a treat to her teeth and stomach.

Unknown to her, the white she was dressed in was getting stained with honey, chocolate, and many more.

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Kneeled on the floor, hands raised together and her head bowed down touching the floor, the head maid begged for her dear life, trembling in fear for forgiveness from her master, knowing that she was on the verge of death.

Astrel was looking out through the window grimly as if in deep thoughts but was irked in real of the maid's pleadings. The pleadings were as if falling on the deaf ears.

Falcon was glancing back and forth from his master to the head maid, who was once a proud little lady roaming here and there in the mansion, giving orders to the maids and servants as if she owned the place, but now she was licking the ground forgiveness. He knew his master would never leave the maid alive even after those pleadings and tears left by her.

Sighing out, Astrel turned to look at the head maid for the first time since she was dragged into his study by a good body-built guard. Her eyes were welled up with tears and swollen red with all the constant pleadings of forgiveness, tears strike from her eyes wetting the ground.

Lazily glancing at the maid a dangerous smirk formed and he left the glance and ordered,

"Torture that filthy being till the truth comes out of her filthy little mouth. Let the other workers witness the torture of what happens when they despise their master " Those simply said words earned a continuous shrill of pleadings from the maid who was being dragged away by the guard using her long messy hair.

"Falcon!" called Astrel. Only then did the butler who was standing like wall decor, came out of his trance, running towards his master and waiting for him to give him his orders.

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Author: (Pats Falcon's shoulder) No worries◉‿◉ Fal! I'm here.

Falcon:👀🙂