Chapter Eleven

The kitchen room was the only living place in the mansion of evil. Everything was dead by the ruthlessness of the monster. One thing that could not be destroyed was the heart of the mansion. The kitchen.

The housemaids talking to each other was the only thing that kept them alive and somewhat… Happy. They were not content with life but at least whatever happened was tolerable for them as they had the company of each other.

Alice, the eldest among them, was cutting onions while hearing the conversation of the youngsters.

"She is so kind." One of them said,

"And she is beautiful too. Gosh, her fate." The other one said.

Zoya, one of them snickered. "Do you guys have eyes or not? How is she pretty? She doesn't even look like she is supposed to be here."

The others shook their heads. Zoya was jealous of Ayah. She kept complaining to Alice about why she was there. Though Alice paid her no heed.

The conversation halted for a moment as the sound of cars was heard roaring in the distanc