After everyone got ready, they stood in line and followed a maid of this house. She moved briskly, her steps were fast making sure she didn't stop at one place for more than a minute, she leads them through many doors. Assigning them to various places throughout the mansion, calling out names in a monotone voice that suggested she'd done this hundreds of times before.
So many people are coming. It looks like Big Sister Nat's speech is over. We have to hurry.
Sio thought while gazing outside the window secretly without moving her head, only her eyes darting left and right while keeping her composure professional. She took in every detail she could, the layout, the exits, the number of guards, all while maintaining the perfect image of an obedient new maid.
Slowly, they got deeper into the mansion, walking through increasingly dark corridors. The light from the entrance faded behind them, replaced by dim, flickering light that cast long shadows on the walls. The air grew colder, heavier, carrying a scent that made Sio's stomach turn, she could smell a disgusting smell of sweat, blood and smell of fear…..
Huh? What happened to them?
Sio got surprised as they went deeper and deeper, her professional mask nearly slipping. She saw many injured maids throughout the halls, limping past them or standing at their stations with visible wounds. Outside, there had been no sign of any maid getting hurt, but here, almost everyone was injured in some way, some limping around with pronounced difficulty, some with their faces messed up with bruises blooming purple and black, some with their hair dishevelled and matted with dried blood that had turned dark and crusty.
No one made eye contact. No one spoke. They all moved like ghosts, their eyes devoid of any life like a hollow broken doll.
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Suddenly, Sio heard a scream pierce through the corridor, it was filled with agony, pain, desperation, anger, sadness and a mournful cry that is begging to make her suffering ends soon. Subconsciously, Sio head turned toward the sound. Through an opened door, she saw a man grabbing the hair of a maid violently, yanking her head back at a painful angle. The maid's face was twisted in pain and fear.
"Hey! Do you know the price of this shirt? How dare you burn it! Your whole month's salary can't even afford this, BITCH!"
BOOOMMM!
The man punched her abdomen with brutal force, putting his whole-body weight behind it. The sound of the impact was sickening.
"AGHH!"
COUGH! COUGH!
The maid doubled over, her arms wrapping around her stomach instinctively. She coughed hard, struggling to breathe.
"Please, Young Master! I didn't do it on purpose!" the maid cried, coughing hard. "Only the edge of the shirt is a little burned, I can fix it! Please, just let me fix it!"
Pain surged through her stomach, spreading like fire beneath her skin. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, her voice trembling in fear.
"Oh, is that so?" The man's smile twisted into something cruel, his fingers twitching in anger. "How impressive, you only burned it a little." His tone dripped with wicked amusement as his eyes glinted with anger.
WHOOSSHH! SSLLLLLLSSSS!
The man turned the maid around roughly, spinning her like a doll, and untied the bow behind her back with ease. The fabric fell away, making her naked from the waist up. Her skin was pale, with many wounds already present there.
"Hmmm, nice! Then let's see how much is 'too little.'"
"NOOOO!!" The maid's knowing what was about to happen scream in terror.
The man then brought a heating tool from the side, the same one used for pressing clothes, and...…
SIIZZLLEE! SIZZLLLEE!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The smell of burning flesh hit the air immediately, acrid, nauseating making Sio nearly vomit. The maid's scream was inhuman, raw agony tearing from her throat.
"HAHAHA! What? Isn't it that I burned only a little? Why are you shouting so much?" The man touched the hot tool to her naked back again and again, burning it completely red with searing heat. Blisters formed instantly, skin bubbling and peeling off.
"AAAHH! PLEASSEE!!" Her voice was hoarse now, breaking from the screaming.
"KEKEKKE!"
SSIZZZLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"HAHAHHAHAHAH! ONLY A LITTLE! JUST A LITTLEEE! KEKEKKEKE!"
The man laughed hard, his demonic voice echoing through the corridor making everyone shiver. Then he glanced sideways, sensing eyes on him. He saw several maids walking past in the hallway, including a sweet young woman looking at this scene in shock, her face was all pale and eyes wide open with horror.
Feeling the man gaze pierce through her, Sio swiftly turned around, forcing her muscles to obey. She kept her head down and walked with the others, her heart pounding so hard she thought everyone could hear it. Her hands were shaking so hard the she had to clasped them together to hide it.
"OOOH, TEMPORARY MAIDS! KEKKE!"
The man laughed, placing the hot tool aside carelessly. Then he tore off the maid's underwear with violent yanks, the fabric ripping instantly. Then he started raping her brutally, right there, not even bothering to close the door or do something about her burned back.
"If my shirt is not fixed by the time I CUM, then forget about your little life!"
THUP! THUP! THUP!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed into the hallway. He started fucking her hard, his hand grabbing her ass so tightly that it made her winced in pain. She, fully naked with tears streaming down her eyes uncontrollably, tried her best to fix the little mess she had created on the shirt. Her trembling fingers worked desperately on the fabric, needle shaking in her grip as she tried her best to ignore the burning sensation on her back that felt like her skin was still on fire.
Sio kept walking, her vision blurring. She felt sick. Her stomach churned violently, threatening to empty itself. But she couldn't react. Couldn't show anything. She had to keep walking.
This is hell. This is actual hell.
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They went away swiftly as other maids were assigned to their roles in various places throughout the massive mansion, some to storage rooms, some to lounges, some to dining areas. Each assignment was given with the same flat, emotionless voice, as if they were distributing supplies rather than people.
At last, Sio and Gracie reached the area behind the kitchen. The space was large but cluttered with equipment, rows of basins, racks filled with utensils, and shelves stacked high with supplies. The air was thick and humid, carrying the mingled scent of grease, soap, and freshly washed plates.
"Here, you two wash these utensils properly," the assigned maid gave both of them their role, gesturing at the massive pile of dirty dishes and cookware. As she was leaving, she leaned in close and whispered quickly, so quiet Sio almost missed it, "Wait for my call."
Then she went away, her footsteps fading into the distance. Both Sio and Gracie didn't react at all, their faces remaining neutral. They started washing the utensils seriously, keeping their heads down and their movements efficient, trying their best to blend in with other maids.
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The two of them worked in silence, their only form of communication the occasional, fleeting glances. The other maids in the cleaning room remained quiet as well, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive. Only the sounds of scrubbing utensils, clinking plates, and the steady drip of running water filled the space. The rhythm was almost meditative, yet beneath it all, a quiet tension lingered, suffocating the maids present here in this dirty area.
CREEAKKK! BAAMM!
Suddenly, a loud noise came, a door being thrown open violently, and made the whole room go completely quiet for a moment. Everyone froze, hands stilling in the water. Then the voice of a young man echoed through the space...
"LAAALAAA! HEY, HEY! WHERE IS MY BITCH?"
A man came inside, shouting loudly in a drunken voice. The smell of alcohol preceded him, he swayed left and right, nearly hitting the doorframe, shouting nonsense as he stumbled through the cleaning area. He kept walking unsteadily, looking at the faces of women working here with predatory eyes that lingered too long on each one. Slowly, he started coming toward Sio and Gracie's direction, his gaze sweeping across them.
Every maid kept their head down, not making eye contact. The sound of washing resumed, but it was filled with occasional gasps and occasional slipped utensils.
"Hmm, where are you, my little bitch? Ah, ah, ah... AH! Here you are! Hehe!"
The drunken man staggered over to the woman beside Gracie, a thin, weary-looking woman who visibly flinched at his approach. He slung a heavy arm around her shoulders, leaning on her with his full weight. The pressure forced her sideways, and she stumbled into Gracie, bumping her sharply on the side.
"Agh!" Gracie hissed under her breath, her skin crawling where the woman had brushed against her. Disgust flashed through her, but she steadied herself quickly, forcing her expression blank. She lowered her gaze and continued scrubbing the plate in her hands, faster, harder, pretending nothing had happened.
"HEY, MY LITTLE BITCH! WHY DIDN'T YOU COME YESTERDAY NIGHT? I WAS WAITING FOR YOU!" The man grabbed the face of the maid roughly, his fingers digging into her cheeks, and squeezed it painfully.
"I am sorry, Young Master. I was very busy yesterday until very late at night," the maid spoke carefully, every word measured, her body shaking with fear. Her fingers tightly clutched the scrub inside the water, knuckles turning white.
"OH, OH! WORKING HARD, MY LITTLE BITCH! THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU COME AFTERWARDS? AFTER YOUR SO-CALLED HARD WORK?" The man came closer, pressing against her, sticking to her left side like a parasite. His breath was hot and foul against her neck.
"Agh! I... I... I don't know when, but I dozed off," the maid closed her eyes tightly and said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Is that so? Sleeping, sleeping, good for body!" His voice turned cheerful, almost friendly but suddenly his hands moved quickly and..
WHOOSSHHHH! SPALSSHHHHH! SPAALLSSHH! SPPAALLSHHH!
The man suddenly grabbed the back of the neck of the woman with brutal force and bent her forcefully forward. He put her whole face inside the dirty, soapy water basin from which she had been washing, and then he opened the tap above to full blast, flooding it with cold water that splashed everywhere.
GURGLE, SPALASH, AAA, GRRRUUU,
The woman struggled to breathe desperately, her hands moved around in desperation, flailing wildly. Water splashed onto the floor, onto the counter, onto Gracie. Her hand even hit Gracie's arm hard in her panic, but Gracie couldn't do anything. She just stood there like a statue, frozen in horror, her hands still in the water as if she was still washing. Sio beside her didn't dare to look, she kept her eyes fixed on the utensils in front of her. But she couldn't block out the sound of water splashing violently and the woman's desperate struggle, the gurgling sounds of someone drowning just feet away from her.
The other maids suddenly stopped and hesitatingly glanced at them.
WHOOSSHH,
"HHAAA! HHAAAA! COUGGHHH! COUUGGHHH! AAKKKKK! HAAA! HAA! GAASSSPPP, "
The man at last brought her head out, dirty water streaming from her face and hair. She tried to breathe as much as she could, gasping desperately for air, her whole body heaving with the effort. Her face was red, eyes wild with panic and despite all this there was a moment relief for herself as she breath as much as air as she could.
"ARE YOU AWAKE, MY LITTLE BITCH?" The man smiled sweetly, his expression completely at odds with what he'd just done. He touched her face with mock tenderness and cleared the water from it gently and lovingly.
"SOOBB! SOOBB! YES, YOUNG MASTER!" The maid barely spoke through her tears and her intense coughing, while nodding frantically.
The man got silent for a few seconds, keeping his eyes fixed on her as she remained in a daze, still trying to catch her breath. He studied her face carefully.
"Hmm, it seems you're not woken up properly yet."
"Huh? NOOO!" Realization hit her, terror flooding her features.
SPAALLSSH! SPPAALSSHH!
The man put her head inside the water again without hesitation, holding her down with firm pressure. This time he held her longer, as he hums a song while glancing around causally, clearly enjoying it. After several agonizing seconds that felt like an eternity, he brought her head out again.
Her eyes were bloodshot red now, the whites completely overtaken by burst blood vessels. Her breathing was wheezing hard as she cough out dirty water from her mouth, her saliva dripped from her lips, her hand were clutching the water basin very hard.
"Now, are you awake?"
The maid nodded heavily while gasping for air, unable to speak, unable to do anything but submit.
"Hmmm, if you were, then WHY ARE YOU NOT OPENING YOUR HOLE BITCH?" The man roared directly into her ear, spittle flying.
SPPALSSH! SPPALLSSHH!
The man put her head inside the water again with violent force, pushing down hard.
Within the splashing sound and her muffled struggles, the woman barely managed to reach her own skirt with shaking hands and lifted it up desperately, showing her white panties.
The man smiled wickedly seeing this compliance, satisfaction spreading across his features, and released her head.
"GASSSPP! GASSPPP! HUGGGG! HUFFF!"
She sucked in air desperately, coughing up water.
"GOOD BITCH! NOW YOU ARE AWAKE!"
The man then touched her ass with both hands, groping freely. "Hmmmmm, nice ass, my bitch."
Then he pulled down the panties roughly, yanking them to her knees, and..
SPULCHHHH! SQUEALLCHHH! THAAPP! THAAPP! THAPPP!
He started pounding her from behind brutally, not even bothering with any preparation. Just forcing himself inside.
"HEY! WHY HAVE YOU STOPPED? START CLEANING THE UTENSILS, FUCKING STUPID BITCHES! KEKEKKE!"
The man shouted loudly as he crazily fucked her from behind, each thrust was making her remember again who she was here, what is her value and what she has to endure in order to earn some money. The maid's body tilted at a ninety-degree angle, bent over the basin. Her face was a complete mess, as the water kept pouring on her head from above, drenching her upper body completely. The other maids started cleaning again immediately, obedient in their action making the utensil sounds came back to life, filling the horrible silence with the pretence of normalcy.
Gracie saw from the side of her eyes everything that was happening. She could clearly see the miserable face of the maid, the resignation, the pain, the humiliation. Gracie also started cleaning mechanically, her movements automatic, but tears blurred her vision. She blinked them away quickly before they could fall.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
"AA, good pussy, my bitch!" The man continued to fuck her hard without mercy, grunting with each thrust.
After some minutes, he finally finished with a loud groan. He looked around the room with satisfaction, making sure everyone was watching but pretending not to, and pulled out his dick casually.
"NEXT TIME, DON'T BE LATE! UNDERSTAND, BITCH?"
The man cleaned his dick on her small skirt, wiping himself off with the fabric. Then he accidentally swayed to the right, his balance completely gone, and touched Gracie's shoulder heavily.
"Agh!" Her body shook in disgust at the contact, her skin crawling. She stood properly, forcing herself to remain still, not giving any reaction outwardly.
"Hmm, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU BEFORE! WHOSE BITCH ARE YOU?"
The man glanced at her while swaying drunkenly, his eyes trying to focus. He kept one hand on the previous woman, touching her bare ass under her skirt absentmindedly, fondling it like it was his right. Gracie, hearing the question, felt fear shoot through her, her hands shaking a little in the water. But she still gathered courage, forced her face into a professional smile, and spoke calmly:
"No one for now, Young Master. I'm a temporary maid for today."
She smiled while not stopping her cleaning and not looking at the man, keeping her eyes down respectfully.
"OOHH, THE TEMPORARY ONE! SIGHH, SUCH A FINE PIECE!"
The drunken man tried to focus his eyes on her, squinting. Then with his right hand, he suddenly lifted Gracie's skirt from behind and touched her ass, fondling it roughly, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
"Hmmm, you have a better ass than my little bitch!"
AGHHH! DISGUSTING! GRR!
Gracie was trembling with anger and disgust, her whole body vibrating with the effort to stay still. But she still smiled on the outside, forcing her expression to remain pleasant, and spoke sweetly, "Thank you, Young Master. I'm honored. You're also quite handsome."
The lie tasted like poison in her mouth.
"Hahha! See this, little bitch? She's a good one! Hahha!"
The drunken man laughed hard, pleased with the compliment, and released his left hand from the other woman. Then he slowly came fully behind Gracie, pressing his body against her back, and touched her ass with both his hands now, groping freely, thoroughly, taking his time.
"AHHH! AHHH! Yes, you're great! Are you planning to stay here in the future?"
Grr!
Sio's jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. Anger burned in her chest, and she was just about to turn around, ready to act, consequences be damned, but suddenly she caught sight of Gracie. Who had quietly lifted her hands from the basin, water dripping from her fingers as she made a small, deliberate gesture, signalling Sio to stay calm… to do nothing.
Gracie bit her lips hard enough to draw blood and spoke through her fake smile, her voice steady despite everything, "Yes, Young Master, for sure."
"Heheheh, good bitch you are! Hmmmm!"
The man kept fondling her ass, his hands invasive and degrading. Then he pressed his limp, sleeping cock against her ass above her panties, grinding against her.
"AAA!" Gracie could barely remain standing, her legs trembling. She clenched her fists tightly in the water, her body trembling with disgust, overwhelming anger, and deep sadness. Just survive. Just get through this.
"Hmm, it looks like he's sleeping. What a shame!" The man sounded genuinely disappointed. "Why not you join me after you become regular? Then I'll take care of you with everything I have."
The drunken man now stopped touching Gracie, finally releasing her. He came back to the previous woman, who had pulled her panties up and lowered her skirt. He touched her breasts roughly through her uniform, squeezing hard. "For now, I'll enjoy her! Kekek!"
The drunken man pulled the woman's hand forcefully and took her away, dragging her toward the exit. His naked lower half dangled in full view, still wet with the horror he committed just now, but no one wanted to look at that, they kept cleaning the utensils with mechanical precision, pretending nothing had happened….. Pretending this was normal.....
After he went away, his footsteps and the woman's quiet sobbing fading,
"AGHH!!!"
THUMMP!
Gracie lost all her strength at once. She sat down on the ground heavily, her legs giving out completely. She couldn't stand anymore.
Sio wanted to check on her immediately, dropping her scrub. But Gracie spoke quietly before she could move, her voice strained and barely audible, "It's okay. Keep working."
Gracie sat there for a while on the wet floor, her head down and her fist clenched so tightly her nails cut into her palm. After some time collecting herself, forcing herself to breathe, to calm down, to bury it all deep inside, she stood up again with trembling legs and kept cleaning the utensils without stopping. Her movements were professional but her eyes were filled with unshed tears that she refused to let fall.
Sio also bit her lips in anger and frustration, hard enough to taste blood. She kept cleaning, her hands working automatically. And she prayed, to whatever god might listen in this godforsaken place, that burn this place to its BONES!
But deep down, she knew it was impossible.
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AUTHOR BLABBERING
I was watching this video that talked about how our modern world has slowly lost its colors — everything now is white, black, grey, or some muted tone pretending to be "aesthetic." And honestly, it hit me. Somewhere along the way, the bright blues, wild reds, and sunny yellows got replaced by "minimalist beige" and "matte charcoal."
It looks modern, sure… but doesn't it also feel kind of bland? Like we traded vibrancy for sleekness. Maybe that's why so many people feel like their lives are "clean" but not alive.
I started wondering — did we consciously choose this? Or did we just get pulled into this grayscale comfort zone without noticing? Maybe it's the calmness, maybe it's the trend, or maybe we just got tired of standing out.
So tell me — have you also found yourself surrounded by these muted tones? Is there still a spark of color left in you — in how you dress, decorate, or live?
And if not… will you bring more colors back into your life someday?
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