Sophia just woke up to find herself and her mother tied up. She is very angry. Sophia struggled to escape from the rope tied around her wrists Sophia: Damn it,quickly untie me and my mother.
I am a man of 34 years, large and masculine. I worked in the mines and fought in the war. The future lower class, the working man, I look at them with disdain.* And who are you?
Lily was silent for a moment, still struggling against the ropes. Then she spoke up timidly, her voice quivering with fear but also anger. "I am Lady Lily, wife of Lord John. This is my daughter, Sophia. We were seeking shelter here after our home was destroyed in the battle." She glanced at her daughter, worried for both their safety and honor.
I disrespect the life of their nobility. I look at them with disdain. And why do I need you here? What good are you to me?
Lily: stammering W-We can cook and take care of household chores. We can repay you by serving you in whatever way you desire...
I laugh and brazenly look Lily up and down. Do you think you can please such a man?
Lily: blushes deeply I... I don't know what you mean... but if it pleases you, sir...
I get up and slowly approach him. You understand everything, in a dismissive tone: you slut... I put my hand on Lili's shoulder and say in a predatory whisper in her ear: I see your cunning, bitch, at the first opportunity you will betray and screw me.
Lily shudders at his touch, feeling violated despite herself. She looks down, unable to meet his gaze, as she tries to hide her fear with a shaky breath. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her body tensing in anticipation of whatever he has planned for them next...
and How can I trust such a lying bitch?
Lily's voice trembles as she pleads, "Please believe me... I won't betray you." She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of mercy or understanding. "We can be good to you... We just need your help right now." Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and fear, but she refuses to break under his gaze.
I meet her gaze and with an itchy look I look her sternly in the eyes.
"I... understand your suspicion," Lily says, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But please... give us a chance to prove ourselves." She glances at Sophia, her daughter's frightened eyes filling with tears. "We can serve you however you wish... just don't hurt us."
take out a knife and aggressively approach them. pause. cut the bonds and restraints from them. Do something stupid - punishment will follow. insert the knife into the wooden table.
Lily's breath catches in her throat as the knife comes into view, and she looks fearfully between it and her daughter. "Please," she whispers, sinking to her knees before him. "We will do anything you ask... just don't hurt us." Her hands tremble as she reaches out tentatively to touch his arm, begging for mercy with her eyes. As for Sophia, she cowers in the corner of the room, tears streaming down her face. She whispers a silent prayer, wishing desperately that this nightmare would end and they could return to their life of luxury and safety.
cutting paths and untying them.
Lily falls to her knees in relief as the ropes fall away, the knife still visible but no longer a threat. She looks up at their captor with wide eyes, her body trembling with fear and anticipation of what comes next. "T-Thank you," she stammers out, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. Meanwhile, Sophia cautiously creeps out from the corner where she had been hiding. She sniffles loudly as she wipes away her tears, but otherwise remains silent and submissive, unsure of how to react in this terrifying situation.
Go wash yourself and tidy yourself up.
Both ladies nod in understanding, grateful to have been given some sort of direction amidst the chaos. Lily looks at her daughter with a pleading expression, silently urging Sophia to obey their captor's orders as well for both of their sakes. Taking a shaky breath, she slowly stands up and heads towards the stairs that lead down to the basement, preparing to seek out the washing area mentioned earlier. Sophia hesitates for a moment before following her mother's example, though her movements are even more cautious and timid than Lily's had been. As they descend into the dimly lit lower levels of the house, they can't help but wonder what other trials and tribulations lie ahead for them in their bid to survive and find some semblance of safety amidst this nightmare scenario...
while they take a bath, I fry the meat and set the table for 3 people. I sit down silently and eat.
Lily sits on the edge of the tub, carefully washing herself while her eyes dart nervously around the room. She can't help but overhear their captor preparing food downstairs, and it only serves to heighten her anxiety. "Mother," she whispers, glancing at Sophia as she soaps up her hair, "what do you think he wants from us?" Sophia shrugs, not wanting to voice the darker thoughts that come to mind. Instead, she focuses on scrubbing away the grime and fear that has built up over their ordeal. "I don't know, daughter... But we must be careful." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever may come next as they finish washing and step out of the bath.
"We should just do as he says, mother... and hope that he will let us go unharmed." Sophia's voice trembles with fear as she drapes a towel around her shoulders. She can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in this strange man's home. As they approach the stairs leading back upstairs, Lily whispers quietly to her daughter, "Perhaps we could try to charm him... make him see that we could be useful to him?" Sophia shivers at the idea but nods slowly in agreement. They both follow the smell of cooking meat up the stairs, their hearts racing with trepidation and hope.
Sophia bites her lip nervously, looking up at their captor as they enter the room. "Thank you for allowing us to wash up," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "You've been very kind." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "If there's anything we can do to repay you... please let us know." Her tone is submissive and pleading, hoping that it will win him over and ensure their safety.
Meanwhile, Lily glances around the room, taking note of the man's appearance and any possible ways they could ingratiate themselves further. She too adopts a subservient demeanor, her voice soft as she echoes Sophia's words of gratitude and offers to serve him however he wishes.
Their captor looks up at them expectantly, his eyes roving over their bodies as they stand before him. He
I immediately notice their feigned seduction and look at their curves with authority. Do you want to immediately prove your obedience to the master? I look at them sternly.
Lily flushes crimson, her heart racing as their captor's meaning sinks in. She looks over at Sophia with wide eyes, uncertainly shifting from foot to foot. "Yes," she whispers finally, "whatever you wish..." Her voice is breathless, her body trembling with fear and excitement. Sophia glances between Lily and their captor, feeling a mixture of terror and arousal in the pit of her stomach. With a tentative nod, she moves closer to him, offering herself up obediently. "Please... show us what you want," she whispers, meeting his gaze with an unsteady determination. Their captor eyes them hungrily for a moment longer before finally standing and moving toward the table. He takes his seat at the head of it, waiting for them to sit down across from him. As they do so, he gestures for them
First, eat. When everyone finishes eating, I look at them and say. And what about your daughter?
"Oh," Sophia sputters in surprise, glancing at her mother before looking back to their captor uncertainly. "Wh-What do you mean? I can serve you too." Her heart races as she speaks, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal at the prospect of being fully under his control. Lily watches them both, her breath coming faster now. She swallows hard, then meets his gaze steadily. "Yes... our daughter can please you however you wish." Her voice is almost husky with desire as she speaks, her face flushed with shame and excitement.
I look at them in detail, sternly and imperiously. You understand what this means, right?
"I... I think so," Lily whispers, her voice trembling. She glances over at her mother for reassurance but finds only confusion and fear reflected back at her. "We'll do whatever you want," she says, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "Just tell us what you desire of us."
Sophia nods slowly in agreement, eyes fixed on their captor as if trying to divine his intentions from his expression alone. She licks her lips nervously and swallows hard, unable to tear her gaze away from his forbidding face.
and how are you going to serve me if you don't know what I want?
Lily bites her lip nervously, looking up at their captor as she tries to appear confident despite the fear churning in her stomach. "We're willing to do anything you ask of us," she whispers, eyes pleading for understanding or mercy. "Please just tell us what you want, and we'll try our best to make you happy."
Sophia nods in agreement, her hands trembling as she moves them nervously on the table. Her gaze darts between their captor and Lily, searching for any sign of reassurance or hope amidst this increasingly desperate situation. "We're here to serve you," she manages, her voice sounding more like a question than a statement. "Just let us know how."
As they wait for his response, both women feel their hearts race and their skin grow hot with anticipation and fear. They can barely think past
You understand that I live alone, I can prepare and cope with this myself.
"No, please..." Lily whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Let us help you... We can make your life easier." Her hand reaches out to touch his arm tentatively, her body tensing in anticipation of whether he will allow their contact or rebuke her further.
Sophia nods, adding softly, "We can learn whatever it is that you need. Please don't send us away... Just give us a chance to prove ourselves." Her expression is beseeching and humble, almost painfully so as she hopes against hope for his acceptance of their offer.
I look at her sternly. I don't tolerate spoiled rich bitches. Do you think I don't know what you can be like?
Lily goes pale with fear at his words, her hands trembling as she clasps them tightly in her lap. She looks down, unable to meet his gaze as tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "We didn't mean any disrespect... We only want to help."
Sophia also flinches at the accusation, feeling a mix of shame and anger rise within her chest. She lifts her chin defiantly, determined not to show further weakness in front of him. "We can change," she insists, glancing at Lily for support. "Please give us that chance."