You Are A Beast
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The moment I fell on the bed and he came after me, trying to force himself on me, I knew I couldn't pretend any longer. I struggled, pushed him to the other side of the bed, and stood up, staring at him with disappointment.
"It's mine!" he said, his eyes fixed on my body.
"What?" I asked, anger rising in my voice.
"Your body, of course," he said, standing up from the bed. "You are mine, and you will be mine – my slave when I want you to be, my woman when I want you to be, my s*x toy whenever I please."
He walked closer, his eyes gleaming with entitlement.
"I hate that you're confident, but I must confess, it's intriguing. You know I'm your husband, and by right, I shouldn't need your permission. I take what's mine when I need it. You're a woman, and it's a woman's job to be submissive."
He struck his chest, emphasizing his words.
"I can see you're high, and you take drugs. I don't expect anything less, but I'd appreciate it if you showed me some respect since I'm meeting you for the first time. I need time to adjust," I said, walking to my closet.
"Time?" he repeated. "You need time? What do you need? I'm good enough in everything; I'm your perfect spec."
"No, you're not," I replied. "You're not good enough in my eyes. I hate that you're forceful and lack proper ethics. You don't seem to move or pull any strings in my heart." I touched my chest.
He chuckled and drew me close to him, already in my closet.
"Very well, let me make this clear: Don't ever enter my chamber again, and act like we consummated this night. Prepare my bath, the family meal, and take absolute control of my laundry," he said, pushing me onto a table.
"Lastly, you're not my spec at all. Yeah, you have a great body, but your looks are really horrible for someone with a great body. Don't get me wrong; I never wanted to touch you from the beginning. I only tried to teach you a lesson," he said, walking off.
I stared into empty space, unsure what to do. Although it wasn't my first time hearing such harsh words, I felt a pang of sadness.
The next day, I woke up early to prepare for the day's work, as his aunt had informed me it was mandatory to obey his commands. However, I had an ulterior motive.
After arranging my room, I headed into the corridor, which led to several passages. I chose one and began to explore.
As I strolled down, I noticed a storage area at the back of the house with a sign that read "Do not cross."
"What's in there?" I wondered, but it was none of my business. I continued through the passage, eager to familiarize myself with the house before making any moves.
After 15 minutes of walking, I decided to use the staircase to get downstairs and find the kitchen. Upon descending, I saw a huge, gigantic door. The passage leading to it was dark, but curiosity got the better of me.
I pulled out my phone to use its screen light to aid my sight and ventured through the passage.
I saw several doors, dusty from disuse. I decided to open one when a husky voice stopped me.
"What are you doing?"
I turned to see a middle-aged man standing at the passage entrance.
"I was looking for the kitchen and got curious," I said.
"No one is allowed here," he warned. "Anyone who opens that door and gets caught always ends up dead."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Yes. Please don't return here if you value your life. Let me show you to the kitchen."
I followed him, noticing he didn't ask who I was. He knew.
As we walked, he remained silent until we reached the kitchen.
"This is the kitchen," he said with a bow.
"You knew who I was," I stated.
He smiled but said nothing.
With a bow, he excused himself, leaving me in the vast kitchen.
I marveled at the industrial-sized equipment.
I opened a nearby storage and found everything neatly organized.
The clock read 6:00 PM. Time flew.
I gathered ingredients for macaroni pasta: long pepper, onions, soya oil, fresh tomatoes, tin tomatoes, and beef.
At the standing cooker, I prepared the raw items.
I steamed the beef with seasoning, then did the same for the chicken.
Next, I blended fresh tomatoes, added tin paste, and fried in soya oil.
Combining the beef, seasoning, and water, I added macaroni pasta and covered the pot.
As I walked downstairs, the aroma filled my nostrils, making my stomach growl. I headed to the dining table, expecting my food to be served, but it was empty.
"What's going on?" I asked the butler.
"Sir, our lady is in the kitchen," he replied.
"You mean Gem?" I clarified.
He nodded.
"Tell her to serve me now," I said, taking a seat.
"Yes, Sir," he replied, hurrying off.
I watched the door, hearing it open. Gem emerged with a small tray holding a single cup.
She handed it to the butler, who took it and walked towards me. Gem followed.
He placed the tray before me, and I stared at the mug, then at Gem.
I opened the mug, releasing steam, and stirred the tea.
"Taste it," I ordered.
Gem's expression remained neutral as she took the spoon, sampled the tea, and handed it back.
I lifted the mug to drink, and she suddenly appeared beside me, tying a bib around my neck.
"You shouldn't get stained," she said, walking away.
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After serving everyone macaroni pasta, I settled into the sitting room to watch wrestling.
Where were the maids in this vast house?
I heard Alexander's descending footsteps but pretended indifference.
He walked past me, heading for the door. I watched until he vanished from sight.
I made sure Gem heard my footsteps as I descended, but she didn't flinch.
I instructed the butler to have Gem wash my clothes and prepare my bath for the evening.
I walked to the car park, pressed the remote, and checked the car's condition before getting in.
"I'm his wife, not slave," I thought, collecting the laundry from Mr. Oh, the middle-aged butler.
"You're a butler here?" I asked.
He nodded.
"What's your name?"
"You can call me Butler Oh," he replied.
"Mr. Oh?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Butler Oh. You should call me Butler Oh."
"Okay, I will. Where's the laundry?"
"Follow me," he said.
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After washing, drying, and ironing Alexander's clothes, I handed them to Butler Oh.
He nodded, smiling. "I'll leave you to rest, ma'am. Remember to call me around six o'clock to prepare his bath."
"I will."
In the evening, I called Butler Oh using the room telephone.
Soon, a knock on the door came, and I opened it with composure.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Let's go," he said.
At Alexander's room, Butler Oh escorted me.
"His room was simple yet extraordinary," I thought.
"No time to waste," Butler Oh said. "The bathroom's over there. He'll be back soon."
I nodded.
Inside the bathroom, I saw a bathtub.
"Still uses this," I thought.
I washed the tub, placed the tub lock, and filled it with hot water.
Adding petals from the bucket, I turned to inform Butler Oh I was done, but he was gone.
I placed the bucket in the toilet storage.
"I told Butler Oh to leave us, and he nodded. I walked into the bath, half-naked, expecting Gem to be there. Instead, I saw her emerging from the storage, her eyes wide with shock.
"Are you shocked?" I asked, chuckling.
Gem didn't respond, walking past me.
I couldn't resist holding her. "I hate being snubbed," I said, gazing into the mirror.
"It's what people hate that I love doing," she retorted.
I pushed her against the wall. "Let go of me!" she whimpered.
I loved seeing her like this. "Why? You're not confident anymore. What happened?"
"Let me go!" she demanded, pushing me away.
But I held her shoulders tightly. "Let's get a bath together."
"Never! You beast, let me go!" she struggled.
Underestimating her strength, she landed a solid hit to my groin, making me scream in agony. Then, she ran off.
"Ugghhh!!" I groaned.
"Serve you right!" she called out.
"You witch!" I cursed.
"You're a beast!" she shot back.
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