His Maid

“Close the damn door!” the female who was in that room barked at me. With shaky hands and a fast-beating heart, I exited the room and closed the door. I was too stunned even to walk away. I just remained at the closed door as I felt the blood practically drain out of my body. What had I just witnessed? And what was that room about? “I asked you if you locked the door, and you said yes,” the male voice spoke angrily. Then, I heard things drop and make all these loud noises. I was too shocked even to address the faces that were in that room, but all I saw was two nude bodies- a male and a female. I remained at the door as I caught my breath, and panic and embarrassment began to fill my body. After finally cooling down a bit, I finally walked back to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down. I nervously bit my nails as I replayed that brief thing I had just witnessed. The disturbing and disgusting memory was engraved and embossed in my tiny brain. I bit each fingernail as th

Two days had gone by, and I was back in my crappy apartment, flipping through job brochures, scrolling through my emails, even reaching the ‘Spam’ folder and always peeping through the window, waiting for the mailman. Dominic had assured me that they would email or call me immediately if I had been accepted, but I had not received anything. I sat at my phone, pacing the room and staring at my phone screen, wishing and hoping to get an answer as soon as possible. I was hopeful through it all. As I scrolled through different things on my phone, I got a follow request from Sadie Evans. Maybe she was trying to reach out now that she had seen me? Maybe she wanted to be friends? I accepted the follow request and scrolled through her account. She was really married to that jerk and she was living the soft life. Sadie: Hey Humiliating Holmes!I ignored her message as I continued to scroll through her page, seeing the type of life she was living. Sadie: Sucks you didn’t get the job. Bett

“Why have you stopped working?” a male voice barked from behind me, causing me to jump. I turned around and saw Dominic standing behind me with his arms folded over his chest, wearing the angriest facial expression. I fidgeted with my phone and the cleaning supplies in my hands as I tried to come up with an answer. “What are you doing on your phone?” he questioned, sounding furious as he tried to peep at my screen. He saw a big image of him pasted on my screen, meaning I was scrolling through articles about him and whatever he had been up to. “Are you reading about me?” he continued to question. I just blinked at him. He was scary. It felt as if I had been sent to the principal’s office for doing something, and I could not bother lying, seeing that I had been caught. “Are you gonna answer me today, Homer,” he growled.I just simply shook my head, and then he walked away. I still could not shake the feeling about what he had done and how true it was.Was I ready to work for some

He finally left the room. I could not remember where I had seen him from, but the fact that he referred to me as Addison meant it was someone who knew me well. “What was Gary talking about?” Dominic asked as soon as the door closedGary… Gary… I stood there, quiet and still. The name was familiar, as well as the face, but I could not remember from where. Why was he asking if he should pass greetings and to whom? “Homer!” Dominic snapped me out of my daydream. “Sorry… what were you saying?” “What is up with you and Gary? Do you know him from somewhere?” Dominic questioned “Yes, I know him from somewhere. We have met before.” I answered “Will there be a case?” “A case?” I queried“Yes, don’t act stupid.” I was not acting stupid. I just genuinely did not know what he meant by a case. “No, there won’t be any case,” I replied, hoping that was the answer he wanted to hear. “There better not be any! I already have a lot going on. This is the last thing I need.” he groaned. I alre

That night, Dominic had ordered me to sleep in the very dull bedroom. The bed sheets were very itchy and uncomfortable, the pillow was very flat, and the mattress was so solid like I was sleeping on a table. Even my crappy apartment had way better things compared to the torture Dominic put me through. Because I did not have my pyjamas, I had to sleep in my threadbare underwear and wrap myself in the itchy bedding, hoping that if anyone were to randomly walk in, at least they would not see anything. On top of all of that discomfort, my brain was spiralling, still thinking about Ruby’s tiny and nude body, thinking I was Dominic. It was not that traumatising compared to the first time I set foot in this house. But, it was still something you would not want to see after being threatened for sneaking around. And the worst of the worst that also kept me up the whole night was hearing Dominic and Ruby going at it all night. The screaming, the laughing and the moaning… all the uncomfortabl