Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 9

Elise

For the first time in weeks I felt clean, the smell of hot soap dissolved water filling my nose and patching on my skin.

The heat rolled off my skin like clouds of steam and left me satisfied and fresh.

The covers of the large bed envelopes my warmth, cocooning me in the radiance, eventually lulling me to sleep.

When I woke up a few hours later I noticed a stack of rectangular looking items on the end of the bed.

At first I decided to ignore them but eventually curiosity became me and I heaved myself towards the pile of books seeing they were all old fashioned hard covered romance novels.

Pride and Prejudice, Outlander, Sense and Sensibility and three more I don’t recognise. I have to say, whoever left them has good tastes. I pick up a copy of Pride and Prejudice and lose myself in the story and memories of my mother watching the film with me every time I was feeling sad and depressed because of my father.

A clearing of a throat brings me back to where I am, naked in my captor’s bed, reading debatably the best romance novel of all time.

“I brought you clothes and since I’ve noticed that you haven’t been eating, a few crackers, just to settle your stomach.”

The young maid said, placing her haul next to the pile of books still occupied there.

“I haven’t seen mistress read these in years,” I sat up straighter at this new form of information. “But she barely has time to read nowadays either I suppose.”

“You’ve known Miss Davies for years?” I ask, rendering the novel in my hand useless now.

A genuine smile pulls at her lips as she sits at the end of the bed. “It’s Miss Davids and yes, she found me when I was sixteen. I was abused as a child and so I never had much love or much to live for growing up.”

She sighed softly and averted her eyes from my own, almost as if she were going back to the events as she was speaking of them.

“When I was kicked out of my house, Miss Davids found me.” She stopped there almost as if she were trying to build up the courage to continue.

“It was the night I was planning to kill myself with a badly rusted razor blade I remember I had found in a trash can when I was searching for leftovers.” Her face scrunches up a little at the memory. “Anyways, as I placed the razor against my skin I felt a warm hand wrap around my shoulder and pull my hand away from my wrist. She saved my life, almost like a guardian angel and gave me a job here.”

She looks back at me, probably seeing the confusion and curiosity written on my face, before standing back up from the bed.

“She is not as bad as she wants to be perceived, she’s just trying to establish her dominance.” She walks back to the door before continuing. “I don’t know what happened to her, but I do know that her heart isn’t as entirely ruined as she wants it to be, she still cares and ever since you’ve arrived, I have seen more emotions from her than I have since I arrived here.”

She closes the door behind her and leaves me in the same confused state as before.

If she isn’t as bad as I have been led to believe then what is she planning to do to me, because the only thing that I have gotten from her is pain.

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