Amelia didn’t bother looking around the house, it was like a designed and decorated prison, still a prison though, so the beauty and elegance of the place didn’t matter to her.
What the hell was she thinking?
Her husband had just shown her a piece of him, but surely he would want a child soon- that’s a wife’s duty and he would want sex and she was still a flipping scared virgin.
She wanted her first time to be with someone she loved, she wanted it to be with her husband, she would not be getting her first wish.
An elderly woman walked into her room, not bothering to knock, Amelia tried covering herself, the woman looked at her like she was just another slut- an irritating slut at that point.
Other young female servants or maids entered too and Amelia felt her cheeks go pink, she did do the ‘girls could see each other nakedness’ thingy, even with her years of living with Mel, she wasn’t very comfortable standing nude with Mel in the room, talk more of strangers.
“Wash her up and get her dressed” the woman said without a trace of respect.
“Do not- anyone of you, do not touch me” Amelia said, her shame turning into furry.
“It’s either you cooperate or I’ll send a guard to strip you and take you to the bathroom. Your choice” the woman said and Amelia greeted her teeth in furry.
The feeling of helplessness was a pain deep within.
“I’m the wife to the owner of this house, you will threat me with respect” she said, but she deep down, she knew she was powerless, she knew she had no right and that pained her deeply to no end.
”Oh, that’s where you got it all wrong dear,” the woman taunted, “You’re just another...slut, Mr. Xavier would tire of you soon and you would be discarded as the piece of trash you are... you really are on a cloud nine, well I’ll be glad to shock you with the reality that you are in hell”
“Speak again and I would...”
“You will what?”
Second time someone had asked her that question, still the answer hurts, the truth hurts.
“Face it whore, you have no stand in this house, no voice here, I have been in the house for years, you can best view me as a mother figure to Xavier so you better watch your mouth. I could make life terrible for you- and enjoy doing it while am at it. It’s your choice, go willing and take your bathe cause you stink like trash or... let’s do it my way”
Never in Amelia’s life had she been so humiliated, not when she had no penny and had to beg little children for their candies and snacks, Never.
So as Amelia stood, her shoulder slumped and she trembled, this was the life she had chosen, a life of humiliation and pain, while her friend lived a life of love.
It was her choice, her decision and she had no one to blame.
Amelia had to learn how to be ‘washed’ by servants because she knew this would be happing constantly, the old woman- who Amelia detested as she did Xavier- maybe more, stood watching her, every part of her body, she didn’t cower away, she had nothing but her dignity, so even when she stood nude being bathed, she looked upwards, her shoulder squared, but the tears which mixed with the bathing water-hardly noticeable- flowed down her eyes as she imagined a life that could have been.
Like this was the twenty first century- who the hell still need servants or maids to bathe them, well the devilish woman inspecting her wanted nothing more but to humiliate her, so she had to pretend like it was nothing.
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Three days
The same routine, she eats, get bathed- her worst part of the day which happened to occur twice in a day, dress in elegant clothes and the servants applied fresh layers of makeup, then she’s again locked in her dressing room like a princess not allowed to take a step out of her room.
She hadn’t seen Xavier, her husband, since their last incident, it was better that way. Anytime she thought about him, a headache which was now getting pronounced stroked harder.
She was too busy looking out of the window, watching the birds and envying them as they flew freely, chirping and singing that she didn’t notice someone enter into her room, she was caught unaware.
“How are you enjoying your stay?” Came a voice she could never forget, the voice of her husband. She kept silent, fear was all she felt and that pounding headache was back again, she felt her eyes tearing up as she recalled the old hag of a servant calling her a slut how the maniac watched as she stood nude and the threats the old servants constantly threw at her, this place was hell.
“I hate this place” she whispered, “I hate this place” she said again feeling helpless; this place might actually driver her nuts.
“Many would have been grateful, to bear the McClain’s name, to get whatever they want or need, to have me as a husband” he said, his voice teasing and she hated it. Furry, she felt cold furry. The threats of the maid resounded in her mind- ‘you are nothing but a slut and soon he would tire of you’, the old maid wasn’t lying, her husband saw her as dirt.
“You married me, as a wife! As an equal!, how dare you and your stupid maid disrespect me, how dare you disrespect me even on our wedding day”
Yes, the eastern wing overlooked the passage and she had seen a scantily dressed girl stumbling out of the house into the cold night.
“My maids threatening you? He asked sounding surprise, she knew first hand that it was false, this was what he wanted, he wanted her humiliated and disgraced among the lowest of his workers, soon he might be passing her down to his guards- she would die before she let that happen. But as it looked, she was in fact totally powerless and her words held no promise.
What pained her most was that she knew that she had never done anything wrong to the man, then why did he hate and abhor her, why did he look at her as if strangling her or fucking her where the only things her body could be used for.
“Don’t pretend, it only makes you look more foolish, I know this is what you wanted” she said venomously, she normally didn’t ever talk this way, even to those who annoyed her, but this house, this wedding, this man standing before her and the old witch made her abnormal- made her act abnormal and it was okay, if she didn’t have any power in the house, she at least had her voice.
“Yes” he finally admitted, smirking, “This was what I wanted”
“Why?” she asked, unable to process or reason why her husband hated her for no reason. “What did I ever do to you?” she asked unable to contain the tears the pooled down her eyes.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a spare shirt for you to cry on, so if you could stop crying, it’s really damaging your makeup and it doesn’t look as appealing as Billie Eilish’s did” he said emotionlessly.
God, other’s where given human beings as husbands, she was given a beast, a selfish, prideful, emotionless, redeem-less beast.
“Go to hell” she growled, her frustration rising sky high, why she’s at it, she might as well explode, maybe that would finally pick her husband’s interest.
“Cute” was all he said as he walked away from her without a care in the world.
Xavier fumed as he walked towards the maid’s wing, it was late in the night and the few maids still awake scurried out of his presence till he arrived at the biggest room in the maid’s wing, he slammed the door opened -not bothering to knock and Lillian his senior and oldest maid jumped out of her bed in panic.No sleep for the wicked. He had lied to Amelia, he did not threat women like he did men, he would never raise his hands on a woman, he wish he could, because tonight would have been his first.He pinned the now panicked woman to the wall- not at all a romantic scene.“What did you call my wife?” he yelled, rage almost blinding him. Only him could maltreat his wife, he only could tell her what to do, it was a slap to his face- what the maid did to his wife, a fucking maid. What gave her that audacity? “I didn’t call her.... I didn’t insult her.... I’m being truthful....” she stammered. Lies.“Pack your things and get out of my house, if I ever see you again, I. Will. Kill. Y
It had been a week. Xavier walked to Amelia’s room, Blake and Shawn trailed behind him, he was going to take his wife out for dinner and discuss her allowances that would soon be granted to her. But the truth was that: Shawn had wanted Xavier to introduced them all officially to his wife, Blake was the least willing to see the new bride, but Shawn was all over everyone screaming in Xavier’s ears and laying down disturbing threats- which involved sneaking into Amelia’s room in an angel costume just to see her and as Shawn called it- to ‘blend’ with the ‘surroundings’. Like what does that even mean? Shawn also requested to be Amelia’s body guard as soon she would need someone to protect her, she was fragile- an easy target and that was why Blake saw her as a disturbance. Xavier walked into her room without knocking and Shawn shook his head in disapproval. Amelia was lying on the bed, fast asleep. Xavier walked to her to tap her awake, but Shawn drew back his hands, Xavier, with h
Amelia picked up her phone for the first time since she arrived at Xavier’s mansion and dialled a number all too familiar to forget.The phone only rang once before it was answered.Amelia was unable to form words, so she held the phone to her ears, silent.“Amelia, is that you?”The very familiar voice of her best friend Mel questioned. After some seconds of silent Amelia finally said.“Yes, Mel, it’s me”“Oh, I was so worried, I didn’t know what was happening to you”Or what was happening to the money“How is Xavier?” Mel asked“He is really an excellent husband” Amelia lied“Really?”“Yes, it all started out rough but it would be okay”“Are you okay Amelia?” “I feel like a princess” Amelia said holding back the sob threatening to escape her lips “How is Jacob?” Amelia asked already knowing that this was what Mel wanted to talk about most and also trying to divert the topic from her new life with Xavier.“Well, nothing has been done yet”Since you haven’t sent the money“Where you
It was a car pursuit.Shawn was driving fast- their car was a blur. Shawn took a sharp left and then a right.His face was no longer jokey, he was no longer the Shawn that in spoke in meaningless riddles and joked with everything, he was no longer the dramatic Shawn, It was now the Shawn that had qualified and groomed himself as a mafia member, it was the dangerous Shawn who could kill with a smile on his face.Xavier watched the GPS Map on the car.“I think I know where they are heading- it’s Bindinni’s hold, it must have been his men who attacked” Xavier announced.“I know a shortcut” Shawn said slamming on the ignition.Shawn’s shortcuts- especially during car pursuits like this could shorten lives.They were heading to a dead end, but Shawn sped up- this was the Shawn that took risks.Shawn drove through the thin metallic barrier but the car didn’t go unharmed, the front lights were gone and the car was a little squashed but still moving, if they hadn’t disconnected the air bags i
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Amelia was done sorting the files after hours of silently cursing.“Hello, I am Diana” A girl who stood in front of her cubicle said, stretching her hands for a handshake.“Amelia” “Nice to meet you, you’re new here?”“Yep, and I’m already loving the job” Amelia said sarcastically, pointing to the piles of files she just sorted out.“That’s not supposed to be our job” Amelia frowned but understanding dawned on her- Xavier just wanted to punish her by giving her the piles, maybe it was useless.“You look nice and very friendly” the girl with dark black bulb hair and brown eyes said, Amelia wasn’t sure if she should pass a ‘thank you’ so she said instead;“Everyone here looks like an Angry Bird” Amelia said to the girl.It was true, when she entered into the office, she was more than shocked to see the look of disgust many workers- FEMALES- gave her, it was alarming, she was used to being loved by everyone, but the stares she was getting was entirely circulating with negativity.“Just
Xavier watched, furry rising up in him as Kelvin, one of his number one models kissed HIS WIFE on the hair.He had once though he wouldn’t care if she decided to fuck anyone she wished to but he was wrong, he would kill any motherfucker who fucked his wife.She walked in, her hands loaded with the files he had sent her to work on, she was done sooner than he expected. Much sooner, she was smart.He had seen it in her eyes, she knew Kelvin, like really knew him and she cared, the sparks danced in her eyes and he wished... he wished... no, in his world things were different, there was no time to dream and wish, in his world only realistic people survived.“The files” She said dropping the files and turning away to walk out of his office.“Wait, I have some job for you. Make me some coffee, would you?” It wasn’t a question actually; it was more of an order. Making a coffee wasn’t a secretary’s job and her lifted eyebrow confirmed that she knew that too but he didn’t give a damn, maybe sh