"Like your body's in the room, but you're not really there"
[You should really give up Human]
[Everything is pointless]
[Die or live you will play]
The said screen floated in front of my vision as I stared off into nothingness. Many servants and maids came into my so-called room and started cleaning the now messy room.
The typing continues
[Though I must say, my dear master]
[You have a strong spirit]
[I mean....]
[You've tried 45 times by now]
It's a masterpiece. My eyes looked around the room. The maids cleaned up broken glass and blood-stained floors. The room was a scene of chaos. The floor was stained crimson with pools of blood, and shattered glass littered the ground. It was like a horrifying painting of violence and destruction, with an air of tragedy hanging heavily in the room.
The once peaceful and elegant space was now a haunting reminder of the darkness that had unfolded within it
Four unknown maids stitched up the broken and gaping spots on my brown skin. Their faces show no emotion as if there is nothing but animated dolls to play with and break.
My eyes glance at a girl who seemed young maybe not above my age. She has brown curly hair that was neatly tied into a bun, then light pink eyes, freckles, and pink lips her expression is quite neutral like this situation is just another day...like their master did not just try to take their own life in so many ways.
She noticed my gaze on her then I finally heard her voice, despite her youthful and child-like appearance her voice was deep and calm.
"Do you need something, your grace?"
I stayed silent and then spoke
"Who am I?"
"Your grace's name is Violet Adelaide Pembroke, the only child of the Duke Nathaniel."
I nodded at the information...huh looks like I have a father in this world.
As they finished treating my suicidal injuries and cleaned my room as if nothing ever happened.
Some of the maids left the room until only four were left, they proceeded to guide my body to the bathroom where a nice hot bath was already prepared, bubbles floating on top dancing with the rose petals.
Striping me off my nightgown until I was fully bare, I hopped into the bathtub feeling the warm water on my skin. One maid began to shampoo my long hair and the other began to massage oils on my body being careful not to put pressure on the fresh wounds.
At that moment my body was relaxing on its own while my mind was numb. I thought to myself
"...do I have to play? I want to leave...I want to leave this unknown world"
And before I knew it, they had finished bathing me. I got out of the bathtub, and they covered me with a towel, dried my body, and then proceeded to dry my hair which took about 10 minutes.
I put on a robe that they gave me and went out of the bathroom. While the previous two were cleaning the bathroom, the two others began to pick out a dress for me to wear.
Walking to the changing room they helped me get in one that they picked the maid was very gently helping me get on the delicate lace or silk garments, her movements practiced and efficient.
First putting on the Chemise and Drawers. The chemise is put on first, followed by stepping into the drawers.
Then a corset A maid assisted me with tightening and securing the corset since I don't know how to since I've never worn one, putting on the petticoats Several petticoats are added, one over the other.
Crinoline or Bustle was put on, Then Stockings a maid Pulled up and fastened them with garters, Corset Cover then the final Petticoat.
Then I put on a light blue bodice that was sown in with a few jewels, with puff sleeves, and a matching silk skirt with flower patterns and antiquate lace adored the dress. I put on some gloves and heels.
They put on some rogue on my lips and cheek, doing my hair in an updo with a bonnet adorned with small flowers.
I stared at my reflection, or this body's reflection with blank eyes.
"You look ethereal your grace"
"Of course, our master is pretty!"
My lips curved involuntarily in a smile, though it does not reach my eyes I'm used to faking so it is unnoticeable.
"Ah thank you, for your compliment-"
A certain knock stopped me before I finished speaking, I glanced at the door.
"Yes?"
"Your grace someone is looking for you"
Something blocked my vision, it typed
[A scene is opening]
I accept my faith...but i won't play by your script