I woke up to immense pain in my body. I couldn't move, and that's when I recalled: I was tied to the bed by a weird guy who bought me. My brother sold me, and the bizarre guy burned me with silver on my stomach. Then he proceeded to kiss me, and then I fainted again. I met the void, the hint... The door of the bedroom opened, and a maid walked in.
"Hello, master told me to bring you breakfast," she said and pulled in the trolley.
"Can you uncuff me?" I asked, desperately.
"Oh, I am sorry, but I am not allowed to do so, as my master has forbidden me from doing it." said the maid
"Oh well, your master is a piece of shit. Do you know anyone else who can?" I asked again, a little annoyed.
"Pardon me, you can't talk about my master like that, and yes, the head maid can, but let me tell you she does not like you." said the maid
"She doesn't like me? Funny, I don't want to be here either." I replied.
"I know, but let me tell you, master is a very nice guy. I am pretty sure whatever he does has a reason behind it." said the maid
"Well, aren't you too blinded by him?" I asked sarcastically
"I am not. He is a nice person. This was my first time seeing him act like that." she replied,
"Act like that? Weren't we all kidnapped and made sex slaves, and when he got bored he tossed you out and made you a maid?" I asked again, with confusion,
"Of course not, my master would never do that. I don't know why, but this was the first time he kidnapped a lady," she replied
"Woah, very weird. Anyway, what's your name?" is said out of curiosity
"Oh, I am Christine," she replied
"Oh, that's a pretty name. Now, Christine, would you mind calling the head maid so I can eat breakfast?" is asked politely
"Yeah, one second." Christine left. I wonder what he fed these poor ladies that now they act like he's a very nice guy.
"What's the problem?" asked, what I assume is the head maid, in the rudest way possible.
"I want to eat my breakfast, and Christine said you are the only one that can, so..." I replied,
"Ughh... fine," she said as if I annoyed her,
"Thank you?" The head maid left, and Christine was back.
"Any idea why she hates me?" I asked as I took a bite of my toast.
"Nope, all I know is that she is head over heels for master," she replied
"Maybe she hates me because I punched her master, I guess. By the way, what the hell is his name?" I asked with a mouth full, as I was starving
"We are not allowed to know his name, the head maid said, but I think I can tell you his surname. It is Crimson, we call him master crimson sometimes. I don't know his name though." said Christine,
"Crimson.." I repeated,
"Anyway, what's your name?" she asked,
"I am Ivy, Ivy Volkov," I replied
"Your name is so cool," she said
"Thanks," I replied with a smile
"Hey, wannabe princess, if you are done eating come out and help. Mr. Crimson told me you will be the new maid, so get out and help me," said the head maid, in a rude voice.
"Oh boy, what the hell I got myself into," I whispered underneath my breath,
"I don't recall Master saying that, maybe he told her? I don't know," said Christine, after the head maid left,
I walked out of the room. After eating breakfast, the head maid gave me the maid's uniform in this house. It is a onesie, in an off-white color.
"So your task is to clean the floor of the house. I want it looking spotless, got it?" the head maid said,
"Yeah." What can I even say? I need to find out what this Crimson guy is up to, so I will have to do everything I can...
"Quick, I saw Master's car pull up. Everyone in position" said one of the maids. The head maid came out of her room and stood at the front of the door. I wonder, does she even work?
"Good evening, Mr. Crimson, do you need your tea right now?" asked the head maid, in total opposite of the tone in which she talked to me.
"Yeah, I will need it right now- What are you doing in a maid's uniform?" he asked me as soon as he saw me.
"Uhh..." I was at a loss for words. I looked at the head maid, and she was vigorously shaking her head.
"She told me that you told her to make me the new maid," I said and pointed towards the head maid.
"What are you even saying? It was Christine." the head maid said trying to blame Christine...
"Nope! I am not going to tolerate your trying to be bossy bitchy attitude. You were the one who told me, so take responsibility. One thing I know for sure is you never work. Every time you order others and go to your room and watch TV all day, you even made us your butlers, and you told everyone to not call this 'Mr. Crimson' guy by his name, and call him master. You even blame the other maids. Also, with all due respect, I don't think you are the head maid."
"Hold up, the head maid?" asked the Crimson guy.
"Yeah, this woman right here told everyone she is the head maid, and everyone must listen to her."
"So you did this behind my back? I thought you were a nice lady, guess I was wrong. I am sorry, but I can't tolerate this type of thing. I hate discrimination, so pack your things and leave. I am sorry, but I can't deal with this anymore." That so-called headmaid was crying right now. I honestly felt bad, but the way she acted, to be honest, she deserved it.
"I am so sorry. Promise it won't ever happen again. Just let me work here, please. I have a younger brother to feed." She reminded me of myself a few years ago. I was in the same situation, begging my boss to not fire me so I could feed my brother. Look what he did to me, it made me sad thinking about it that I didn't even realize that I was tearing up.
"Fine, I won't fire you, but you are going to do most of the chores from now on."
"Thank you, thank you very much." That maid cried out. He looked uncomfortable, so he went upstairs, and I followed him.
"Guy with a surname as Crimson, listen to me."
"Seriously, you are gonna call me that?"
"Yeah, you didn't tell me your name, and you haven't done anything to deserve my respect so."
"Oh my god, my name is Ryan, Ryan Crimson."
"Yeah, whatever Ryan." I looked around and pulled him into what I guess was his room.
"Woah, taking things too fast."
"Shut up. Now tell me what happened last night."
"Well, you see, I got this silver-coated stamp to mark you, and you were in grave pain, of course, so..."
"So your dumbass brain thought it would be better to kiss me?"
"Yes, I mean no, but I have read to distract someone you have to kiss them."
"Listen here, you little piece of shit. Who the heck told you, you could kiss me without my permission? You kidnapped me, that's fine, you bought me, that's fine, but you touch my body in a way a romantic thing could be seen, I will fucking end your life, and I don't give a shit, I will do it no matter what." And with that, I punched him, harder. He looked at me in a very different way, he slowly walked towards me, but I didn't step back, I stared into his eyes, he was a little too close and then he suddenly...