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Allison’s POV

With each of Nathaniel's calculated strides, a dark thrill tingles through my core, and that menacing smirk of his—dear god. His fingers, a vice of power and finesse, cinched around my neck, the pressure a symphony of pleasure and pain.

“You see what you do to me, my little pet,” Nathaniel growled, a feral edge to his voice, sending a chill down my spine as he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

“Master,” I moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure-pain that sang through my veins as I bit my lip to muffle the sounds spilling from my mouth.

Nathaniel chuckled darkly, his arousal grinding against my thigh. “Do you want to see what you've unleashed?”.

“I want to hear you, my little pet,” Nathaniel purred into my neck, his voice an aphrodisiac that coursed through my veins like molten desire. My dress hit the floor, baring my naked body to his hungry gaze, and I shivered under the intensity of his stare.

Nathaniel’s smirk morphed into something far more dangerous—a look of pure, animalistic hunger. He wanted me, and my nerves sang with both fear and yearning.

His cruel laughter sliced through the silence of the room like a blade, mocking and scornful, as I struggled to comprehend his sudden shift in character. Confusion turned to mortification as I realized he was laughing at me, his eyes taking over my naked form with distaste.

I snatched at the bedsheet, tugging it over my bare body in a desperate bid for modesty, my cheeks burning as Nathaniel's taunts continued to pierce the air.

"Oh, my sweet little pet is shy now?" His voice dripped with malice, the once sultry tone replaced by a scathing sneer.

The mockery and disgust in his eyes felt like a branding iron searing my soul, the humiliation washing over me in soul-crushing waves. My world seemed to slow, each vile word piercing me anew, shredding my sense of self and replacing it with a consuming shame.

Master’s voice rose to a scathing shout, each syllable dripping with malice. "Tristian called you a virgin. Ha! You're just a slut, so desperate, so pathetic." His laughter echoed around the room, the sound as cold as ice. “Do you really think I would stoop so low as to sleep with someone as filthy as you are?” He shook his head in disbelief.

My last vestige of hope crumbled to ashes, despair consuming my thoughts as tears spilled down my cheeks. The cruelty of this moment, of my very existence, laid bare before me.

"Get out," the master ordered, his tone dripping with disdain. I froze, my mind blank with confusion and fear.

He bellowed, his voice thundering with rage, 'Take your clothes and get out! Leave my sight, you...!' His words trailed off, but the venom in his tone lingered, making me flinch. I hastily wrapped the bedsheet around me, trying to shield myself from his anger. I scrambled out of his room, my heart racing, and my mind reeling. The door slammed shut behind me, and I heard the lock click into place, like a prison door sealing my fate.

I sat on the cold tiles, feeling lost and alone, as the servants nearby cast questioning glances my way. None of them dared to ask what was wrong, though. They knew better than to meddle in the affairs of their master. I leaned against the door, regretting not grabbing my clothes in my haste. The bedsheet was thin and offered little comfort against the chill of the night.

Tears streamed down my face, and I bit my lip to stifle my sobs. My body shook, and my mind raced with thoughts of what I had done to deserve such treatment. I replayed every moment, every word, every glance, wondering where I had gone wrong. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unmet expectations.

Eventually, exhaustion consumed me, and I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of my own tears and the distant hum of the manor's activities. My dreams were fitful, filled with images of rejection and abandonment, and when I woke, the tears had dried, but the ache in my heart remained."

The next day

"I jolted awake, screaming, as freezing water was poured over me. I leapt to my feet, my eyes blazing with fury as I confronted the culprit. He was a stranger, yet eerily familiar, with clear skin and a tall, imposing stature, reminiscent of my master. 'Hey, slave, stop staring at me before I punish you!' he barked, brandishing the empty bucket as he retreated. I stood there, dumbfounded, my mind racing with confusion and anger.

'She looks like she's about to collapse,' a nearby voice remarked, as a servant gazed at my ashen complexion and the redness creeping up my neck. I indeed felt terrible, my body trembling with fear and my mind reeling from the sudden assault.

As the man returned with another bucket of icy water, I sprang into action, desperate to avoid another dousing. “Oh, you're scared of the water?” he sneered, his eyes flashing with malevolent glee. “You could have continued staring at me, and I would have done something far worse to you.”His words dripped with malice, sending shivers down my spine.

My master casually trolled in, he glared at all of us because of the commotion.

"'Emily, get here now!' Master bellowed, his voice echoing through the hall. A short, petite girl with a submissive demeanor rushed towards him, bowing her head in obedience. 'Show her the kitchen,' Master ordered, his gaze lingering on me with disdain. 'She'll be on kitchen duty with you until further notice.' With that, he turned and strode towards the dining table, leaving us to scurry after him.

'Come on, let's go,' Emily said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She grasped my hand, leading me through the opulent halls of the grand estate. I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning architecture and lavish decor, but my wonder was short-lived. 'Get her out of my sight; she looks disgusting!' Mr. Leonardo spat, his anger palpable as he followed Master to the dining table.

Emily's grip on my hand tightened as she hastened our pace, her eyes fixed on the kitchen door. Upon entering, I was taken aback by the sparkling glass decor and the bustling atmosphere. 'Come on, we need to make breakfast for Master,' Emily urged, hurrying over to the gas stove to begin cooking. I stood frozen, feeling out of place and utterly bewildered.

Emily turned to face me, and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about my appearance. My eyes were red and swollen, and I was still clutching a blanket around my naked body. She let out a sympathetic sigh before calling out to a young boy, “David”' in a high-pitched voice. The boy rushed over, and Emily instructed him to take me to her room. “You can find some clothes that fit you there,”she added, turning back to her work.

I followed David to the slave quarters, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I entered Emily's room. The space was simple but cozy, and I quickly made my way to the bath to wash away the grime and humiliation of the past few hours. As the warm water soothed my skin, my worries began to ease.

Feeling refreshed, I rummaged through Emily's closet, searching for something to wear. I settled on a large t-shirt and pants that fit me decently. Hurrying back to the kitchen, I found Emily smiling at me as she expertly plated breakfast. 'You look better,' she commented, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I blushed, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment at her kindness.

"Hi, sorry we met under these circumstances," I said, approaching Emily with a hesitant smile. "I'm Allison, and you're Emily, right?" I asked, worried I might have gotten her name wrong.

Emily's face lit up with a warm smile. "Yes, that's right! I'm Emily. And don't worry, I'm just glad I could help."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thank you, Emily. You're very kind."

Emily's expression turned serious. "Allison, Now that you're dressed, it's time for you to start your duties. You need to go serve the masters their food."

My heart sank at her words. I dreaded the thought of serving those cruel men, but I knew I had no choice. I nodded reluctantly, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. "Okay, I'll go."

Emily's eyes filled with sympathy. "I know it's hard, but try to stay strong. Just remember, you're not alone.”

I took a deep breath and made my way to the dining room, my heart racing with anxiety. My hesitant steps echoed through the hallway, as if betraying my reluctance to serve the masters. I entered the room, my eyes cast downward, and approached the table where Master Leonardo and Master Romario sat waiting.

As I poured their coffee and served their breakfast, I couldn't help but feel like a slave, a mere object to be used and discarded. My hands trembled as I set the plates before them, my eyes avoiding their gaze.

"Ah, the new slave," Master Leonardo sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even with the clothes, you look as ugly as ever. Jinx."

I felt a sting from his words, but I kept my head down, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself. As I poured their coffee and served their breakfast, Master Leonardo continued to taunt me.

"You're nothing but a lowly slave, a mere object to be used and discarded. You're not even worthy of a real name”

But as I turned to leave, my feet seemed to move of their own accord, taking shaking steps towards Master Romario, who sat at the head of the table. I felt a glimmer of hope, a foolish notion that maybe, just maybe, he would show me some kindness.

But as I approached him, his gaze met mine, and I was met with a cold, blank stare. It was as if I was dirt beneath his shoe, a mere speck of insignificance. His eyes bore into mine, devoid of any warmth or humanity, and I felt my heart sink, my very soul shrinking under his gaze.

I quickly looked away, my face burning with shame, and hurried out of the room, leaving the masters to their breakfast. The weight of their oppression settled heavy on my shoulders, and I knew I had to find a way to escape, or risk losing myself forever.