My little French maid

Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?

A bright light began to break through the curtains causing her to twist and turn as she laid in bed until she finally decided to get up only to be met by a sharp pain in her lower waist.

Nathalia had lost the one thing she found most important to a man who was a monster. And yet she couldn't bring her self to look at him as a monster but instead as just a man.

she slowly began to make her way over to the mirror on the other side of the bed to look at the broken girl she had become. as she glances at the girl with long cruelly black hair and lightbrown skin she notices the blood stains on her clothes which laid in the corner.

she couldn't help it anymore she broke into an ugly cry as memories of last night began to come back to her. the way he was ruthless and how no matter how much she screamed out in pain in the start he didn't stop. it made her feel as if she was something he could use and throw away and she didn't like that feeling.

Before she could indulge her self in her thoughts a loud knock came from the door. a fragile-looking blond girl who looked to be around her age was outside her door with new sheets.

"I'm sorry but I was told to-"

Nathalia stopped her before she could continue and asked for her name. which was Alana Bataille. after that for the next five months, she and Nathalia had become friends.

one day the two of them were out in the garden when Emilio decided he needs someone to have some fun with and this time it was Alana who was under his charm. she couldn't blame her but it was unbelievable how she flirted back with him right in front of her. it hurt like hell to see your new friend flirting with the boy you couldn't get out of your head.

the worst part about it all was he deliberately picked Alana for he wanted her to suffer. he wanted to see Nathalia broken expression the same one he got a glimpse of that night. And he got it for she ran back into the house with utter disbelief and hurt on her face.

he began to enter the house and make his way up to her room only to be greeted by a locked door and no matter how much he banged on the door she wouldn't open up. so he resorted to the key.

Nathalia was pulled up out of bed and her back was pushed up against the door. for her eyes to only be greeted by an angry Emilio and no matter how much she struggled to get up from under him she couldn't.

' EMILIO LET GO!" she screamed as angry tears rolled down her cheeks and pain sordid through her wrists.

without thinking he smashed his lips into her and force her mouth open taking dominates. But like last time she gave in to her craving only to be greeted by an empty bed the next morning.

she laid in bed the next morning thinking about how stupid she was last night. it was as if he had known how he made her feel and yet enjoyed it. she didn't know how much more of this she could take before he drove her crazy and didn't want to find out. so she decided that she would finally escape and thanks to Alana she had the all the ways to get out memorized in her mind. All she had to do was wait for an opportunity and take it, but when will that come?

two months later

Emilio is leaving out today for " business " and ill be left at home with some servants. Alexander will be on guard tonight, so he'll take a thirty-minute nap giving me enough time to get downstairs and outside. and just like I thought it went exactly as I planned, I began to approach the gate but I am greeted by Emilio car.

He grips me up by my hair and begins to drag me back inside as if I was a rag doll. when we get to the steps that once looked fairy tell now seems like a nightmare as he throws me forward and tells me to walk. as I slowly climb the stairs I can feel his piercing gaze in the back of my neck.

when we finally made it up to the stairs that felt like hell to climb he tells me to go to my room. when we finally inter he demands me to strip and once again I obey. he then bends me over on his lap and tells me to cunt to twenty-five.

next morning I wake up with an aking pain coming from my bottom. that's when the memories of last night come rushing back, Emilio had beat me for disobeying him.

he beat me, he really beat me! tears began to lurk down my cheeks and for once I would like to stop being such a crybaby but I can't help but cry

" you know you look prettier when you cry, "Emilio said while staring at me

I hadn't noticed him in the doorway until now but I didn't mind his presence for all the pain he cost me, he somehow still felt comforting. knowing this fact made me feel disgusted with my self to still want him around and crave his touch.

and he realized this because he always knows before me somehow. he soon gave me one of his devilishly good looking smiles. for god sake, I hate his smile its one that could kill you or make you love him

the next thing I knew he was on top of me bending down as if he was going to kiss me. but he didn't instead, he whispered what's wrong into my ear with such a sweet and innocent tone it made me feel as if he was mocking me like I was some type of fool. and then he just left, he left I tell you! he left

me sitting there confused and upset for he had treated me like that at again!

I was angry for he went through the trouble to climb on top of me but do nothing it was not the only thing I felt for something strange lurked in the pit of my gut. it was regret for I had finally begun to see the monster he really was.

Emilio Canuel was truly the monster every newspaper made him out to be.

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