The Beast

chapter 4

Hazel's pov

I broke another rule by sneaking out to walk the halls at night. I couldn't sleep I was tense all day waiting to be banished from the estate. no one came for me yesterday, but I felt it was only a matter of time. as I laid on my bed. I decided to get as many answers before I get kicked out. I must admit I'm disappointed. I spent months waiting and plotting but couldn't survive the real world for even one day. I nearly got drugged and snatched within minutes. then there is my mom. how will I tell her that I'm being sent away? I spent months thinking about what it would be like to lose her. spent my entire life beside her and although it pained me, I came to terms with the idea of moving on. I can't be locked in the mansion forever living a repetitive life all that curiosity, acceptance and rebellion led me here under the shadow of another giant. his voice is deep similar to the hooded stranger I met, but it's raspier

A/N (THEY ARE THE SAME MAN BUT HE'S CHANGING HIS VOICE TO SOUND DIFFERENT)

I think I found the Lord. I think I discovered while we're not allowed to walk the Halls at night because he prowls them. my heart thunders in my chest and my tongue is heavy in my mouth. I stare at the darkness not seeing much but I heard moans and ruffling of clothing I saw the passionate collision of hungry bodies their silhouettes pressed together bringing a performance to the halls I grew bored of.

they were about to f**k the depravity of it is shocking I've mopped and dusted these Halls so many times but I never imagined it getting dirty this way misdid with sweat and other bodily fluids The Lord's anger is palatable. I lick my lips and force myself to say I I got lost a sad excuse. I've lived in the state for so long that I don't ever nook granny. there's no way I can get lost even in darkness right now. I find myself aiding the darkness not because it's disorienting but because it masks the Lord the man that is captured my imagination is so close but untouchable return to your f*****g room his voice is harsh and loud and caring about who hears him. this is his estate. after all I fledged everybody to memorized by the powerful man before me, he is real real. a young man, not an altar like I had imagined. he was about to have s*x with the mates in the darkness about to paint his estate with sin and thrill. I realize that no matter how much I clean and study the details of this place, I will never know all of its secrets when I remain Frozen in my spot he growls in frustration I was closely. if it gets angrier, he might just start glowing and reveal his face. his giant hand squeezes my hip go as you want to lift your skirt and get f****d so hard you'll lay on the floor until another maid finds you in the morning. that does it. I shudder in fear and jerk away rushing down the hall and trying not to make a noise. his threat was... alarming the maids moans proved he knows his way under a women's skirt but s*x is a unknown territory for me The Lord is nothing like I expected. not old or feeble. I might not have gone looking for him but if I knew he was so lewd and blunt. how could the Lord of an elegant regal estate be so barbaric? I quickly made it to my room. surprisingly no guards are walking the Halls. all servants expect for me. follow the rules and don't walk at night the guards likely figured there was no point in patrolling or maybe it had something to do with the Lord turning the halls into his bedroom f*****g maids wherever he pleases . I remember the Lord's large hand swallowing my hip making me fear and respect him. he's real. it has to be him. no mail. servant would be as authoritative and bold. I sink into bed realizing I'm unskilled at sneaking out. I keep getting caught but I can't stop. I'm closer to finding answers that a state is not as boring as I thought it was so much happens in the dark calls. I know next to nothing about my home. I need to complete the mission. although I met the Lord of the estate, I still have questions

maybe you should have stayed to test his threat?

My breath itches hearing the sound my roommate Gwen stirs from her bed I consider the invasive dangerous. thought it makes my heart race. what would the Lord have done if I stayed? My fingers brush over my long braid my s. freehand slides down to my hip remembering the Lord's hold so tight and warm. his Dutch burned through my cotton dress and branded my skin so where I can still feel the heat I know what s*x is males have offered it to me since I was a teenager but I was never intrigued now though.... I can't stop thinking about it I'm ashamed of the turn of my curiosity has made this was a man that offered me s*x not a blushing servant boy offering a quicky in the laundry room these past 2 days have shown me that many powerful Giants are walking the Earth like the hooded man and the Lord of darkness. I need to see more of my curiosity is caught fire like never before spreading wildly. I will not be satisfied until I know more about the Lord and I know where to look. the hooded man knew I was from the estate. if I don't get banished in the next few days, that means he protected me. he didn't report me. I will go see him and I'll bring him payment for his information. he must know something else about the estate and its secrets I'm not sure what payment to give him. I live humbly in my bedroom. my most precious possession are the dresses I sold for myself. what could a man like that possibly want from me? a hoodie a chuckle at the thought. the sound shaky as my body still reels with adrenaline rush. it takes me awhile to fall asleep but when I hear a knock at the door in my mother's voice I shoot up. my roommate has already left. she has an early shift today. I clear my throat and arise the floor cold beneath my bare feet. I hesitate before turning the door knob and opening the door. hi Mom, why is she here? am I in trouble? she scans me. I don't hold her gaze and fear she'll find something. she has always been able to read people like a book. if she ran into the Lord at night, she would learn everything about him at a glance if only I'd inherited the skill I rubbed my eyes to fiend fatigue and avoid looking at her. hi sweetheart, I've been busy and haven't seen you much. why don't you join me later in the sewing room? I smile amused by the opportunity my shoulders relaxed. that's a great idea. I want to sew an oversized sweater for the winter. I'm not sure there will be enough fabric in the entire estate to make a hoodie for the guy he had been massive. I might have to tear a curtain or two down