Ana promised to stay by my side all the way and to talk to her brother about selling me. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I know she usually gets what she wants, she's the most stubborn person I know. Well, and that's the problem - they're related which means he can be pretty stubborn too. He also has some kind of authority over her as the older brother, I guess. She told me he's like 5 years older than her which makes him 9 years older than me.
So, anyway, then Ana left and I couldn't even fall asleep. I'm too nervous about my first day as a maid. What if Maxim was wrong? What if I'm not off limits? What if they'll try to force themselves on me?
I have to be down in the kitchen at 6.am. breakfast has to be served exactly at 8 o'clock. I don't know what to possibly expect down there and I don't have a clue about my other cores besides preparing the table, cleaning and washing. Although I'm sure I won't be bored, I'll have enough work to do. . .
So 5 minutes before the clock on the night table would start ringing I turn on the lights and get up. I take a moment to look outside my window, observing the pure darkness and trying to get myself together. I can do this. I walk in my bathroom and brush my teeth then open one of the drawers which is filled with make up and cover all of the visible bruises. Then I put my long curls into a messy bun and walk towards the closet. I dress myself into black tight skirt and white shirt. As I look myself in the big mirror I cannot help myself but to scoff. Seriously what the fuck, could this skirt be any shorter?
*picture of the maid uniform
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I roll my eyes and finally leave my room. Confussion overflows me as I step on the corridor, so. . . the stairs should be this way. I turn left and walk through the darkened hallway.
Soon I reach those shinny white stairs leading down to the ground floor. As I walk down them I hear distant murmur, please just tell me I won't ran into gangsters before even making it into the kitchen. I turn right and walk through another hallway that should lead to the kitchen and dinning room. I think.
After a moment or so I notice 5 men with handsets in their ears walking towards me. My heart beat automatically increases and fear starts filling my body as they stop right in front of me and start chuckling. "Are you lost sweetheart?" One of them smirks, staring at me. "You're new around here, aren't you?"
I shake it off "yes, I am." I nod. Perhaps they just want to help, stop being a coward. "I'm actually looking for kitchen." I explain, hoping they will help me find it.
"Well, aren't you lucky? We will gladly lead you to it." Another one says coming closer to me "isn't that right boys?" He chuckles, his head slightly moving aside to look at the other men standing behind him.
