Her Dignity

Chapter 3- Jason, Stop

Elena's P.o.v

"Hey wake up", Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw a blonde young lady staring down at me. Her bright blue eyes studied my movements.

"Wha-", I started but she cut me off. "We have work now". She grinned. I sat up from the bed.

"I'm Stacy", she smiled even harder showing her white pearls. "I work here too, but since you're here they moved me to the cook".

"I'm Elena Davis". I smiled back and shook hands with her. "And I guess I'll be the one cleaning the house".

She went to the closet and threw an outfit at me, which I caught. This is a little too short and a little to tight. I thought to myself.

"Yeah I know what you're thinking, but this is our uniform". She started walking towards the door. "If you want any help I'll be in the kitchen!" She cheerfully said and walked out.

I went to the bathroom, took a shower and then put on the outfit. It's so tight. I keep on pulling the skirt downwards so my underwear doesn't show. My breasts popped. I have a thin yet curvy figure.

I walked downstairs to the storage room and grabbed the cleaning supplies. The storage room was bigger than my own room back in Chicago.

I couldn't help but admire the house.

I started off in the kitchen. Stacy noticed me and waved with a big smile.

"Come here and try my pancakes!". Stacy handed me a plate. I muttered a thanks.

I moaned as I took a bite. "This is the best pancake I have ever tasted".

She put her right hand on the left side of her chest. "Thank you". She pretended to cry. I laughed loudly at her actions.

I heard a cough behind me which made me stop. I turned around to meet the bluest eyes I've ever seen. That must be their son, Jason.

He eyed me up and down. I quickly looked away and blushed. I pulled my skirt lower feeling uncomfortable. Stacy looked at us curiously.

"What's for breakfast?", his voice gave me goosebumps. I could still feel him staring a hole in my back.

"Pancakes sir", Stacy placed the plate on the table.

I quickly pretended that I wasn't paying attention to him and grabbed a mop. 10 minutes later, I was finally done. This entire time I could feel him looking at me.

I grabbed the supplies and left as soon as possible.

Next, I went to clean the living room, to the other living room, the gaming room, the cinema room, the gym, then to mr and mrs Gustin's room.

There's one room that I haven't entered. I was guessing it was Jason's room. I opened the door and started cleaning the windows. Then I tidied up the books.

Moving to the floor I used a sponge and water, carefully wiping the floor.

I gasped in shook as I felt arms wrapped around my waist. I quickly let go of the sponge and tried to pry off the arms. But they won't budge.

"Help-", I started but a huge hand clasped around my mouth. "Shh..", I quieted down. My heart feels like it's going to explode.

Jason. I thought. The hand that was on my mouth moved dangerously close to my breasts.

I started tearing up. "Please don't".

He turned me around and studied my face. I did as well. His blue eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips.

"You cant-", he quickly shushed me.

I tried to get up but he gripped my waist tightly with his large hands. I pushed him with all my strength off me. He moved a meter from me.

I took this chance to dash out of the room. His hand grabbed my arm but I shrugged it off. "Wait!". I managed to get out of his room.

Tears were flowing freely as I ran all the way to the storage room. I cried until I felt lightheaded and passed out.

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I woke up back on my bed. How did I get here? I thought.

Stacy barged in. "Elena!", she sang my name. I sat up and looked at her startled.

She looked at my face. "Why are your eyes puffy?", her brows knitted in confusion and her lips formed a frown.

"I just woke up", I faked a laugh. I don't know if it would be wise to tell her about Jason's actions.

"Are you sure?" She sounded unsure of my response.

"Yeah. So what's up?". She smiled brightly. "You have to be prepared for lunch tonight".

"Is this everyday?". I asked. "Yes, we eat with the Gustin family every lunch. I've been here for five years and it's like a tradition".

I nodded my head. I don't want to see him again.