Prologue
Preface.
- Dictionary.
1) Maid - female servant, housekeeper. Performs a wide range of tasks, including maid duties (cooking, washing, cleaning, etc.)
2) A maid is a girl who serves in a private house, cleaning rooms. Duties usually include only cleaning.
Please keep this in mind while enjoying the piece.
Happy reading.
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Prologue.
It was a gloomy place, the creaking sounds were eerie. With every step I took, a loud clanging sound was made, which was even more alarming.
I walked neither fast nor slow, slightly hunched over, until I stopped in front of a familiar door.
I had to catch my breath before opening the door. After a few short deep breaths, I grabbed the handle and turned it.
The shadows of the room, much darker than in the corridor, loomed over me, and I doubted whether I should enter this room where it was impossible to see anything.
I stepped inside and parted the long curtains. Bright rays of light fell on me.
Dazzling.
However, having opened the curtains all the way, I turned around.
At that moment something flew past my face at great speed.
It hit the window sill with a roar, bounced off and fell to the floor: it was a table clock. I looked at them, then looked forward.
On the bed, in the farthest corner from the window, where a thick shadow fell, I saw a round figure wrapped in a sheet. The only hand sticking out tightly grabbed the edge of the sheet. The panic was palpable.
- Get out.
It sounded muffled and intermittent.
I didn’t even pretend to listen and picked up the desk clock from the floor. They were clearly damaged, with nails protruding from them, and the wooden dial was torn off. Deciding that the watch was no longer useful, I put it on the fresh linen that I was holding in my hands and looked around at the mess that was happening in the room.
The dishes were smashed to smithereens, the fragments lay dangerously on the floor. Forks and cutlery were also scattered. But these are by no means the only things; nothing in this room was in usable condition.
I walked around the room, picking up things as I went. The round lump shuddered at the sound of my steps.
- Get out.
The voice came again.
I ignored him and walked towards the bed. The figure jumped up sharply, felt for the empty nightstand next to him and stepped back. Since there was nothing else to throw, he decided to run away. But even so he still remained on the bed. It was almost pathetic to watch him sit, pressed against the wall.
I looked him up and down and extended my hand to see if he would feel it. Noticing her approach, he roughly threw her away.
- Don't touch me.
What a shame.
This time he didn't hear me, so I quickly pulled the sheet back. A figure appeared from under her.
I saw tousled golden hair, a neck and shoulders covered in perspiration, and protruding bones. My gaze dropped lower. You didn't have to look closely to realize how thin the body was hidden under the clothes.
When I looked up again, beads of sweat appeared on his face from being so close. I reached out my hand to touch him, but he hit it violently again.
- Don't touch me!
A thunderous cry rang out.
- I said get out! Get out! Get out!
After those harsh words came out, I finally took a deep breath.
The man's pale face turned red from the heat. A hoarse sigh escaped his cracked lips. His knuckles turned white from the force with which he grabbed the sheet so that I could not take it away.
- Leave me alone. Please stop this!
- Calm down, my lord.
- Leave! Leave! Get out of here!
No wonder his breathing became so quick. The flushed face turned pale again, and soon the man was clutching his chest in agony.
I quickly picked him up, took the inhaler out of my pocket and put it in his mouth, and then gently stroked his back and said:
– Breathe slowly.
Inhale, exhale.
He listened and tried to catch his breath. As the man inhaled and exhaled air through the machine, his frantic breathing gradually returned to normal. After watching him for a while, I took the inhaler out of my mouth.
- Ha, ha.
- Now you will be all right.
The face was covered with sweat. Wet golden hair spilled over the hem of my dress. I patted him on the head as a sign that he had done a good job. Suddenly the tightly closed eyelids trembled and opened. Emerald eyes with a white tint turned to me.
At that moment my body fell back.
- Oh!
In an instant, I fell back onto the bed with a crash.
The hem of my skirt rode up, exposing my underwear. While I was struggling with my legs floating in the air, a face appeared above me.
I stared blankly ahead, then slowly looked up, and although this couldn’t have happened, it seemed like he was looking at me. His face, still too pale, too handsome and smug, obscured my entire field of vision.
Влажные губы тихо приоткрылись.
- Get out.
Anger showed on my face.
Regardless, he's still a fucking bastard.
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