The thought didn't make me feel any better. I was a bit scared.
I was about to climb up the stairs when I heard Henry's voice again.
"Oh and one more thing, miss. No matter what happens, you must not tell anyone about what goes on in this house. Do you understand?"
My eyebrows shot up.
What the hell? This was getting creepy.
What did he mean by that?
WHAT GOES ON IN THIS HOUSE?!!!!
"Uhm, yeah. I understand." I replied, nervously.
Jerry nodded and walked away.
I watched him disappear around the corner.
My hands were clammy and I could feel my knees shake.
Okay, Claire. Take a deep breath.
You can do this.
I tried to calm myself and took a deep breath. It was time.
I stared at the staircase in front of me. It was big and it looked like it went on forever.
I wondered how long it will take me to reach the top. With shaking legs, I walked towards it.
I grabbed the railing and slowly started climbing.
The stairs were so wide that it seemed like they could fit a dozen people.
As I climbed the stairs, I felt myself become more and more nervous.
Everything about this house was intimidating. It was so big and elegant.
I wondered what the owner looked like. I imagined him as a short, fat man with a beard and balding hair.
Maybe he was a little grumpy and mean, because his voice was kind of raspy and low. Maybe he was old, like Jerry, or maybe he was younger.
Whoever the owner was, I was determined to get this job.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I was willing to do anything to save my mother.
After climbing over a hundred stairs, I finally reached the top.
I was breathless. I held unto the railing and took a few deep breaths.
Damn. This was exhausting.
I looked up and saw a narrow hallway. There was a single door on the left and another on the right.
Then it hit me—I couldn't remember which door Jerry had told me was the office of my future boss.
Ugh. Now what?
I glanced from one door to the other. Both looked identical, with no sign to distinguish one from the other.
How was I supposed to find the right one?
I stood there, trying to recall what Henry had said.
'Left or Right door.'
I looked back at the staircase. I didn't have the strength to go back down and ask the butler which door it was. And also wouldn't that be so unprofessional of me? What if he got angry and kicked me out of the house?
No! That wasn't an option.
I was determined. I had come too far to give up now.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.
I could do this. Okay. Now, what was it?
Left or right. Left or right.
"Ughhh." I groaned.
I closed my eyes and thought hard.
It was right. The right door.
He said, 'Knock on the other door and wait for instructions.'
Right. Right. Right.
"Yeah. Right." I mumbled.
I was sure that it was the right door.
Or was it the left? No. It was definitely the right.
With new determination, I walked up to the right door.
I raised my hand and knocked.
Nothing. No sound or reply.
I knocked again.
Still nothing.
Then, I remembered what Henry had said: 'Wait for instructions.'
I felt my heart sink.
What was I supposed to wait for? Should I knock again? Or should I wait?
Damn it.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" I called.
Silence.
Then, a voice spoke. "Come in."
My heart jumped.
That was it. That was the instruction.
'Come in'.
I reached for the handle and turned. The door was unlocked.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
My jaw dropped as I looked around.
This was so unexpected.
The room was large and dimly lit. Scented candles were set around the room, and soft music was playing in the background.
What the hell? Where was I?
This looked more like a bedroom than an office.
I was expecting an office. Not this.
My eyes scanned the room. I noticed that the curtains were drawn shut, blocking out the sunlight. The carpet was soft and plush, and the walls were a dark brown.
There was also a large bed with silk sheets, a fireplace, and a small couch in front of the bed.
The whole room smelled of incense and jasmine. My senses were overwhelmed.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
Where the hell was I?
My legs were shaking, and my throat was dry.
Something was not right.
I took a step closer and what I saw almost made me fall to my knees.
There, on the couch, was a tall, well-built man.
He was sitting with his legs spread, and he was naked from the waist down. His shirt was open, and I could see his chiseled chest. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed.
I could see the veins in his neck, and the muscles of his stomach rippled with each breath. His skin was tan and smooth, and his hair was dark and wavy.
Oh my!
He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was gorgeous.
His body was perfect.
And he was obviously turned on, because his member was hard and ready.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
He was the epitome of male beauty.
I also noticed that there were some chains hanging from the ceiling, there were also a couple of whips laid out on the table beside him. And the sight sent a shiver through my body.
My heart was racing, and I felt a tingle between my legs.
Was he going to whip me? Was he a pervert who got his rocks off by hurting his maid?
I suddenly felt sick and dizzy. I didn't want to be whipped.
But the thought of this man touching me and whipping me, turned me on more than I wanted to admit. The thoughts were making me wet.
What was happening to me? This was wrong. So, so wrong.
I should leave. I should get out of here.
But I couldn't. I was transfixed.
"Get on your knees." The man said, his voice low and husky.
I froze.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
I was about to protest, but the look in his eyes made me stop.
His eyes were dark and intense, and they were full of desire.
He wanted me. And to be honest, I wanted him too. He was the kind of man, you couldn't resist. The kind of man you wanted to give yourself to.
He was so beautiful, and his eyes were mesmerizing. They were deep and mysterious.
My legs were shaking, and I felt a mixture of excitement and fear.
I was aroused. And that scared me.
I knew I should should say something or walk away, but my body was betraying me.
Before I could think twice, I was on my knees.
The man's eyes flashed with approval.
He ran his hand through my hair, and his touch sent shivers down my spine.
"You're so beautiful." He said, as he continued to stroke my hair.
My heart was racing, and my breathing was labored.
I couldn't speak.
My body was responding to his touch, and my mind was filled with images of him doing unspeakable things to me.
"I'm going to show you the world. A world of pleasure and pain. You will be mine and you will do everything I tell you. Do you understand?" he asked.
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the heat pooling in my stomach.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
This was all so surreal.
WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!!!!!!