Alya stood in front of the small mirror in her room, staring at her reflection. Her mind was full of conflict and doubt. The longer she stayed in this mansion, the heavier the pressure she felt. Damien not only suspected her but also began to pull her deeper into his manipulative web, making it difficult for her to escape.
The previous night, Damien's words echoed in her head: *"You could be more than just a servant, Alya. If you wanted to."* She knew Damien wasn't talking about an ordinary job. He wanted her closer, more involved, and tied to his dangerous game.
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**An Important Discovery**
That day, Damien ordered Alya to bring tea to his office. When she arrived, Damien was talking to someone through a video call displayed on a large screen. Alya quietly placed the tea tray on the table but couldn't help overhearing their conversation.
"We need new subjects for the second-generation experiment," said the voice on the screen, a middle-aged man in a lab coat. "The previous subjects showed unstable results."
Damien nodded, his expression serious. "I've prepared some potential names. But I want to ensure they meet the criteria before proceeding."
"We don't have time," the man said. "This experiment must succeed before the next evaluation."
Alya mentally noted every word. She knew this was an opportunity to gather more information about Damien's plans. When Damien finished the call, he turned to Alya.
"Did you hear anything you shouldn't have, Alya?" he asked, his gaze sharp.
Alya swallowed but quickly lowered her head. "No, Sir. I was just preparing your tea."
Damien stared at her for a long moment before finally saying, "Good. But I want you to stay here. I have another task for you."
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**A Difficult Request**
Damien asked Alya to clean the shelves in his office. As she worked, Alya noticed several documents on the table that Damien hadn't cleared away. She knew this was her chance. While Damien was busy with his laptop, Alya quickly opened one of the documents on the desk.
The document contained a list of potential subjects for the next experiment, including detailed information about their medical status. What shocked Alya the most was an additional note at the bottom of the page: *"High priority: Alya Rinaldi."*
Her body froze. Damien wasn't just suspicious—he planned to make her part of the experiment.
Before Alya could read further, Damien stood from his chair. He walked closer, and Alya quickly shut the document, pretending to clean the table.
"You seem nervous, Alya," Damien said, his voice low but sharp.
"I'm just trying to complete my duties, Sir," Alya replied, trying to sound calm.
Damien smiled faintly, but his smile didn't offer comfort. "You know, Alya, I'm not a man who likes small talk. If you have something to say, say it."
Alya held her breath, trying to gauge the situation. She knew if she was too honest, Damien might uncover her disguise. But if she became too defensive, Damien would grow even more suspicious.
"I just want to ensure you're satisfied with my service, Sir," she finally said.
Damien chuckled softly, but his gaze remained sharp. "You're interesting, Alya. Very interesting."
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**A Heavy Sacrifice**
That night, Damien call Alya to the reading room again. When she arrived, Damien was sitting in an armchair with a glass of wine in his hand. The room was only lit by candlelight, creating a strange and intimate atmosphere.
"Alya," he said softly, "do you know why I asked you to come?"
Alya lowered her head. "No, Sir."
Damien stood and stepped closer until there was only a few inches of space between them. "I know you're more than just an ordinary servant. You're smart, brave, and have something no one else here has."
"I'm just trying to do my job, Sir," Alya replied, though she could feel her heart racing.
Damien gently touched her chin, making her look up. "I can offer you more than just this job, Alya. But I want to see how far you're willing to go to earn my trust."
Alya knew what Damien meant. She knew if she refused, Damien might lose all trust in her. But if she accepted, she would have to face the consequences of her actions.
With mixed feelings, Alya softly said, "Whatever you need, Sir."
Damien smiled, but this time his smile seemed satisfied. "Good. I like servants who know their place."
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**A Night That Changed Everything**
That night, Alya sacrificed herself for her mission. She let Damien come closer, taking her to a place she had never imagined before. She knew her actions would carry significant consequences, but she saw no other way to protect her identity.
When the night ended, Alya returned to her room, her body feeling heavy and her mind filled with conflict. She had crossed boundaries she had set for herself, and she knew there was no turning back.
The touches roamed over Alya's body, Damien's hands holding her sizable breasts and playing with them. Alya continued with her attitude of letting Damien hold and enjoy her body.
Damien said with "Your body is very seductive Alya like a trained person and keeps her body to the maximum."
Alya replied with a sigh "Maaaaster... Damien, a woman's body is something that must be cared for" while continuing to enjoy Damien's hand play.
Then Damien pushed Alya onto the mattress and took off all her clothes. Alya exposes her naked body. Damien also opened his body and revealed his huge torpedo. And immediately put it in Alya.
Alya sighs "Ahhhh! Please slow down master...." Alya moaned and continued to maintain her sanity,
Damien with a seductive voice "Alya ... you are my personal servant so keep doing your job well,," by continuing to move his body to hit Alya.
That night they always do and Alya still maintains her personality as a servant and spy. A sacrifice that will make her suffer in the future.
**Troubling Signs**
In the following days, Alya tried to go about her routine as usual, but something felt different. Her body felt more fatigued than usual, and there were moments when she felt nauseous for no apparent reason. At first, she thought it was just the stress she had been under while staying in the mansion. But as the symptoms became more frequent, she began to feel that something was wrong.
One morning, while cleaning Damien's private room, a sudden wave of dizziness caused her to lose balance. She leaned against the table, trying to steady herself.
"Alya, are you okay?" Damien's voice came from the door.
Alya quickly composed herself. "I'm fine, Sir. Just a little tired."
Damien watched her closely, his expression attentive, but he said nothing more.
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That night, after completing all her duties, Alya returned to her room and tried to recall everything that had happened in the past few weeks. She couldn't ignore the symptoms she was experiencing. Carefully, she began looking up information in medical books she had found in the mansion's library. What she read made her heart race.
"Could it be…?" she whispered to herself.
As the nausea and fatigue continued, Alya knew she had to be sure. She couldn't let this uncertainty jeopardize her mission. But what if her suspicions were true? What if her relationship with Damien had led to consequences she couldn't escape?