(づ ◕‿◕ )づ Hello everyone! Nice to meet you. Please stay and enjoy this book, I do hope you like it. The reason for this tacky intro is simple.
It's to inform you of any Trigger Warnings!
> Child Abuse. There are some touchy topics and happenings in the beginning of the story. It's background building for the MC.
>Vulgar Language
>Suggestive Content
>Violence
You have been warned - it's only fair.
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Chapter One:
I bet there are dozens of human beings all over the world who would jump at the chance to start over at the time where everything went wrong. But for some reason, I just don't feel like it. I spent my last twenty-seven years working my body to death, even my death was disgraceful. How could I not have any shame even at the end? I spent my final moment under a truck, my heroic efforts of saving a kid ending with the pavement. How typical.
When I opened my eyes three days ago, I thought I was dreaming. I was in a spacious room, sprawled out on the biggest bed I've ever seen. The walls were a light blue, small clouds spread throughout. My room was more like its own separate apartment, my bedroom on the higher level of a loft, spiral stairs leading down to the sitting room. The sitting room had three comfy chairs, with a giant television hooked with every single game system invented. Further up, there's a medium sized nook with stools next to the counter, the marble table used for meals.
My bathroom is located in the back of the bottom space, the door first opening into a laundry room, leading into the toilet room. There is a separate master bathroom and shower up in the loft, along with a balcony.
When I finally had the courage to open the door exiting my room, I realized my room was worthless. If compared with this monster of a Mansion. I was surprised to find that this body's parents were insanely rich, and instead of purchasing the typical mansion, they bought out a whole building, renovating it into a mansion of lofts, each family members room becoming mini apartments. With a total of ten floors, the first floor having six living rooms alone. The second floor housed the servants, as well as the kitchens and laundry rooms. The third floor was a giant study, the walls filled with books, with a coffee shop included. Few distinguished people visit this place, a secluded inner study for the rich. The fourth floor contained the pools and fitness areas, as well as a basketball court. There were several game rooms, and a karaoke spot as well. This family is no joke! I spent two hours exploring the first four floors, by the time I reached the fifth floor, I thought to myself, there's no way anything else can surprise me right?
Wrong.
The fifth floor was extravagant, the black marble floor twinkling against the lighting, and a giant chandelier hung in the middle, diamonds glittering. The furniture was even more upscale, with several areas for sitting set up through out the floor. There was a stage with a podium at the front end, with two large bars on either side.
What kind of money is this? I thought. I went back into the elevator, pressing back up to floor seven- I wanted to lay back down. All other floors except for the rooftop needed a retina scan, the red light shining in my eye as the machine clicked, a pleasant voice ringing out
"Welcome home, Young Master Teival."
At that point I just went into my room, climbed the fancy spiral stairs and went to sleep. I told myself that when I woke up, I would be back home, waking up for work.
So why am I still here three days later?
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When I opened my eyes, I woke up in the same bed as before, but something wasn't right. My eyes were stuck together with crust, my body sweating but my skin cold. My muscles hurt so bad, with my chest tightening so hard I felt I would die then and there. It took everything in me to focus so I didn't fall down the spiral stairs, stumbling to the door. I used up the last of my energy making sure my legs didn't turn into jello as I made it into the elevator, collapsing with a thud. My burning eyes wouldn't open, the cold elevator floor the only thing comforting me. As the elevator stopped with a ding, the sound of the doors opening filled my ears, a cry was heard, and the last thing I felt was my body being lifted. Night night again?
Right.
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"Do you think you matter? Third Young Master, are you unaware of the meaning of your name? Even the heavens saw you as a demon. When Lady Ava pulled your name from the cards, your destiny was sealed!" A cold rough voice barked out, followed by a black blur as the person threw a steel stapler at the original, opening a gash on his forehead. The blood seeped down his face, streaks flowing over his eyelids.
The original owner grit his teeth, answering with a pained grunt, "Yes, Mr. Doe."
Mr. Doe is the head butler of the family, the building manager if you would say so. He started working when Teivel's father was born, growing up aside him and serving him the entire time. Now, years later, father has taken over the business, while Mr. Doe took over handling the household and servant affairs.
Leaving Teivel open for abuse. Teivel suffered in silence, the absence of his family due to work aiding Mr. Doe in his torture.
The memories each flashed by quickly, only moments passing but years filling my head.
'Crack!"
"Third Young Master, what did we learn previously? You must not speak carelessly. Why did you tell the Reed's young master that you belong to this family? Are you worthy? What have you completed so far?"
'Crack!"
Eleven year old Teivel stood there, his legs shaking as the whip hit his calves. He remained silent, zoning out the words thrown at him.
"Answer me!" Mr. Doe sneered, ridiculing Teivel.
"You obviously haven't learned yet, have you?" Mr. Doe approached Teivel, running a white gloved hand through his silver hair, his watery blue eyes piercing into Teivel's hazel eyes. "Lower your pants, Third Young Master. Let's explore the significance of etiquette together."
The chaotic memories assaulted my mind one by one, the images magnifying the pain. Teivel was now sixteen, his daily education continuing throughout the years.
As I broke free of these memories, warm tears spilled down the corner of my eyes, trickling down my neck, the wet warm feeling making me twitch. I opened my eyes to see a private hospital room, the machine displaying my vitals and I.V drip.
"Good morning, Third Young Master." That same voice from my memories rasped out, causing my spine to tingle.
AUTHORS NOTE:
pls bare with me aha, I'm trying my best
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