Emma"Come on, Emma, we're getting late," Caroline remarked. Emma nodded and approached her, holding a bag. She sat with Caroline in the backseat, passing the bag to the driver.She closed her eyes and laid her head on the window glass, reflecting on how drastically her life had changed. She was assigned the position of a maid. Yes, as a maid. She just had a few alternatives to pick from. She formerly resided in a hostel. She had previously been living with her abusive foster parents. They were severe in their penalties. Her body was nearly constantly covered in bruises when she lived with them.After beating her one frigid winter night, her foster father decided to throw her outside their house. The night's coldness pierced her sensitive skin like knives. She was weeping and curled up in a ball when a warm hand landed on her shoulder. Emma raised her eyes to find a woman in her late forties. Her bulging crimson eyes were directed at the woman in front of her, and her gaze begged the w
Emma"Emma wake up," she felt someone shaking her. Emma slowly opened her eyes and saw Martha standing in front of her, beside the bed. Martha had let her take rest for the rest of the day. "It's time for work dear. You have to wake up," she said. Emma nodded her head and got up from bed. It was much more comfortable than her old bed. She went to the bathroom and washed her face."Get ready and wear this," Martha handed her an outfit. She stared at the dress in confusion."What's this Martha?" She asked.She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face Emma."Oh, it's a maid's outfit. All maids wear this during their work," she smiled and left the room. Emma breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced herself to wear it. It was eye-opening. It came up to her knees. It also revealed a significant portion of her neck side. It was a V-neck dress with a tight waistband that spilled down to her thighs. She attempted to conceal he
Emma"Is this his real name?""Nobody calls him by his real name except for his mother," said Martha"Oh," That was all Emma could respond as she was confused."Emma, I suggest you stay away from our master. He's not someone you want to anger," she said pleading with her eyes."Wh-what? Wh-why?""Don't ask questions. Just do as I say," Her tone was colder than it had been. Emma responded with a nod of her head. She had no idea why Martha was saying all of those things. She was conscious, though, that if she wanted to work there, she had to obey her. But she had a sneaking suspicion that Martha was accurate.She closed her eyes, expecting to fall asleep quickly.***She was alone somewhere. Somewhere dark. "Please Help Me Mom! Please Don't Leave Me Here, PLEASE!" Her screams echoed through the empty walls. She shivered when her echoed scream feared her. No one came.What did I ever do to deserve a life like this? My own mother and father are treating me like this.She thought and sobbe
Emma Emma was agitated by the large number of bedrooms she had to clean. Her back hurt from the cleaning. She'd already done two rooms. Martha hadn't informed her how many rooms she needed to clean, so when Emma questioned, she told her to clean Mr. and Mrs. King's room, Miss Sofia's room, and Master Alexander's room. She had four more massive rooms to clean.Her thoughts turned to Alexander, her master. Everyone in the home referred to him as Alexander. No one knew what his true name was. That's odd. But that was none of her concern, she reasoned and returned to her job.She made her way to Sofia's room, and when she got there, she twisted the doorknob and discovered it was locked. Maybe she is in there. Emma's knocked on the door. She had to knock twice since there was no response at first. She flinched when the door was violently opened after the fourth knock."WHAT?" Sofia snapped."I-I came h-here for cl-cleaning," Emma said looking down."Not now, go away and clean Ale
Alexander"Sir these are the files you were asking for," Jonathan, his assistant, stated. Alexander took the files and began to examine them. He had made an agreement with Samuels for their new initiatives. As a result, he needed to review all of the data before making a final judgment."Like always, you will get the deal dude," Adrian, his childhood friend, smirked. Alexander didn't respond to the comment and continued with his job since his friend Adrian was an immature twenty-seven-year-old guy to him."Come on dude why you are always so moody?" He said and rolled his eyes earning a glare from Alexander. "I am busy, can't you see that?" He said bluntly."Whatever man, sometimes you seriously bore me. Now just tell me if you're arranging a party for your birthday?" Adrian asked him seriously."I'm not any teenager who has to throw a party every year on his birthday. I have important things to do other than throwing stupid parties," he said and placed the file on the desk.Adrian sta
Emma The entire home was spotless, the floors were sparkling, every corner of the house had been washed, and the old sofa covers had been replaced with brand-new ones with new cushions. After hours of cleaning and cooking, the servants were all exhausted.Adrian wanted to be comforted about the cleanliness and decorations of the entire house after Martha reminded them that Alexander's birthday was only two days away and that there would be a large number of visitors Alexander's friends. The color scheme was gold and silver. Earlier in the day, a few men came to the estate to measure the size of the golden-colored drapes that would be required to decorate the hall. Emma was never a lover of golden hues; she adored silver, but golden was simply a filthy form of muddy yellow to her. She like lighter hues. Her jaw dropped open as she noticed the glittering gold drapes falling down the creamy white walls. Her entire perspective was transformed in a matter of minutes. It was breathtakingl
EmmaMartha informed Emma that Mr. and Mrs. King were returning from a business trip and that she would introduce her to them. She was tensed with expectation. Martha also advised her to keep her manners as best she could.Emma hurriedly rushed to wash her hands and clean herself, knowing that if the kings saw her with filthy hands and beads of sweat glittering on her forehead, she would be expelled."Emma! Where are you?" Martha yelled for her. Emma dashed towards her. "There you are. Come on, you've got to be quick. Mr. and Mrs. King are here, and if we do not properly greet them, they will be enraged," she spoke at a rapid speed. Emma followed her into the living room with a tip of her head. And when she arrived, she noticed a lady seated on the sofa, a man in his late 50s sitting beside her, discussing something with her, and Emma standing behind Martha, feeling extremely anxious."Hello sir and madam, I'm happy you made it here safely," Martha said politely to them. "Hello Martha
EmmaEveryone was getting ready for the party, but the maids had to get ready before others so they could serve the guests properly. Emma and Venessa were both in her room. While Emma sat on the bed with her hair in a regular bun, Vanessa was combing her hair and applying various cosmetics on her face."Are you ready to go, Emm?" She asked her using that nickname for the first time."Yes, I am," Emma replied nodding her head."No way in hell are you going downstairs like this," she said placing her hands on her hips."Wh-why? Do I-I look bad?" Emma whispered suddenly feeling insecure about her appearance."No honey, of course not, you are beautiful but you really need to do some makeup. I mean come on it's a party," she chirped. Emma looked down and replied. "I don't have any makeup kit," Vanessa stared at her in disbelief."So what? You can use mine. Come on I'll do it for you," she grinned and made Emma sit in the chair, facing the mirror.Venessa was finished with her job after twe
Alexander had lost all his trust in her following her deception from the previous day. Her wrists and legs were shackled so she couldn't move them even a fraction. She lay on the comfortable bed with a blanket on top of her and her sore eyes sealed to the ceiling. It looked like she did not have anything else to look at. She attempted to free herself from the shackles that bound her arms and legs, but it only resulted in more agony. Her hands were completely immobile because of the excruciating agony.Alexander was seated on a leather chair next to the bed in the demon's lair. He was dressed in his typical cold exposure and had a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. His gaze was fixed on Emma, who gave him a response to his stare. He placed the poison rolled in paper in between his bottom and upper lips and took a long puff for the last time as the cigarette reached its end. As he exhaled the poisonous gas, it filled the room with a thick, smoky stench.He stood up and sat b
Emma96 hours and 50 minutes have passed. Emma was locked up in that same bedroom of her captor's. Her eyes were sealed at a certain surface of the white ceiling. Her eyes were dull, they looked as if they belonged to a dead person. Dull and lifeless. It didn't shed any more tears, they were dried and her tears were now parched on her cheeks.She wasn't wearing the same clothes anymore, instead, she was in a white knee-high simple dress and matching undergarments. Her arms were sore, she pulled on the ropes that were fastened to her wrists and almost screamed in pain. She had been in that position for two days straight, her wrists were on fire, and her arms went numb from the pain. She tried to scream but it was interrupted by the thick material that was placed on her mouth. The cloth muffled her agonizing screams and painful whimpers.The bedroom wasn't soundproof, so the maids and the guards could hear her screams but Alexander warned them to not untie her or let her out of the bedr
Emma read his writing and couldn't stop shaking her head along with her shivering body. This can't be happening! He can't be in love with me. She kept chanting this inside her head, it was unbelievable but unfortunately, it was true. Her body went limp and she fell on the sofa with a loud thud. She thought she couldn't be more unfortunate now. He was in love with her, another reason why it would be hard for her to escape. It was difficult enough with his house surrounded by guards and his vicious eyes that never even left her alone for a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut for the 100th time in an hour and let the tears of sorrow and angst drop down her eyes.Alexander's eyes opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and wondering where did the thudding sound come from. He squinted his eyes before opening them widely and found his Emma sitting on his sofa with some papers in her hands. He threw his head back on the pillow and let out a low grunt.Now what? She's gonna sit there and bega
Before she could apprehend, she was thrown inside the bedroom and heard the door being locked. Emma gulped, swallowing the fear that was rising inside her. She was terrified to look behind her because she knew he was standing. He was standing right behind her. She knew the moment she would turn around; his cold eyes will confront hers. The fear would be so intense that she would not be able to move. She would want to run for the door, but the door was locked. She would be thrown inside again by the Devil who was ready to assault her anytime he desired.So, she didn't turn around. She didn't look behind, instead, she stared out the window that was right beside the bed. The bedroom was astonishing, it was massive, more than 500 square feet. That was the biggest bedroom she had ever laid her eyes on. The sheets were painted with navy blue and white shade, the blanket was lying peacefully on top of the bedsheets and the two pearly white pillows were resting on the head of the bed. She cou
Her bruised bottom lip quivered in both pain and the cold atmosphere. She wasn't wearing any warm clothes nor did she bring any warm clothes with her. It was not cold outside but in the place, she was in. She was wearing the same red top.She was sitting on the cold hard floor of the darkened room. Her bare half bottom was feeling the coldness of the floor which made her shiver even more. She scrunched her eyes and tried to figure out where she was. But there was little or no light in the whole room. Her heart was beating fast as if the thudding of her pounding heart could be heard by anyone if they were with her. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single soul there.She was never a people person, her shy, introverted and timorous nature had always been a hindrance in any communication she wanted to initiate.At that moment, she loathed being alone in the darkness, and it made her crave some amity and fellowship.She swallowed her fear and strain and placed her palms on the floor, putting
29th October 2000It was one of the darkest nights, he was in his room, curled up in a ball while lying on his bed. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead to his bedsheets. His body quivered and he found it difficult to open his eyes. He gasped for air.Another nightmare broke into another anarchical repose. The ticking of the clock stopped and was replaced by the sound of the tintinnabulation. Alexander's eyes were wide open when he heard the ding of the clock bell. His room was encompassed by darkness. But that was how he liked it. He liked being in the dark because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could perceive him and was parallel to him. He was not more than seven years old. But he understood the clandestine of the darkness.At that moment, his nightmare was more violent and brutal. The loud gasps coming out of him and the continuous flowing of the egestive on his body were the evidence. His hand reached for the lamp on his bedside and switched it on, defeating the
AlexanderIt was phenomenal, her being in his arms and her little fragile body pressed with his hard one, it was something he had always imagined with her. Her warmth was soothing him, all the tiredness and strain vanished in thin air.His body was relaxed, but he could not say the same about her squirming and quivering body. He perceived she was scared, but he was not willing to let her go. How could he? He wanted her close to him.He had maintained his distance from her for a long time, but how long could hold his beast?It only caused him anguish and desolation. Alexander perceived the effect she had on him was harmful. Menacing and treacherous. But he could not find himself being able to stay away from her.The sound of her soft cries and sobs coerced him to embrace her a little tighter. She loathed it, but he didn't care. He wanted her by his side and she would be, whether she liked it or not. It is better for her to learn as soon as possible that she is never getting away from m
Her eyes would not shift from the luxury polished window before her. The beads of the rain were as clear as a crystal, and the pitter-patter sound of the drizzles was giving her a bizarre comfort, as the raindrops battered on the glossy window. It had been raining all day, the day was breezy and boisterous. She glanced around the clock and found out it was 2 p.m.How long has it been raining? She thought to herself. It was not a usual thing to rain all day but she liked it. She liked looking out at the rain. But, she wished she could get out of the house, into the garden, just to feel the drizzles on her hand. It was not possible, she works there, and she could not just think about enjoying her time in the rain when there are tons of work due.However, she perked up and walked towards the window. She could at least watch closely, right? Her palm involuntarily touched the window and she could feel the moisture on her skin and the coldness of the breezy weather. How delightful sight was
The Christmas holiday was close, and some of the girls who worked there already received their letter of approval for the holiday break. She did not know if Alexander allowed them to leave for Christmas break, or if Ela was in charge of things like this. Although, she did hear Ela talking to Alexander last night over the call. She did not mean to eavesdrop, it was unintentional.They were standing in the kitchen, talking to each other. They were happy to finally be able to leave for their home after a very long time. For a moment, she thought of her previous Christian holidays with Caroline. Emma's face lit up with a bright smile thinking she would be seeing her very soon. She could not wait! Christmas without family is displeasing, this is the day families spend time together without any fights or disagreement and she wished to spend all her Christmas with Caroline."Oh my god! I cannot wait to go back to my parents!" Squealed Yuna. She was the first to get her letter of approval. Emm