005: No. I won't do it

Andromeda

If anyone had told me my life would take such a downward turn within a few hours, I wouldn't have believed them.

This mansion looked huge, with tons of servants. They all watched as I followed Luther as if I were truly a dog. 

This man had something against my family. Maybe he had a personal vendetta against me. However, I searched my memory thoroughly, and couldn't ever remember offending him. 

Could this be a mere case of a rich man taking advantage of his connections to cage me? No. He had something against me, and I had to find out what it was. 

My lips felt like they would split open if I said anything. However, the pain in my throat, my lips, and my hands were nothing compared to the blow to my dignity.

My father may not have been the world's best, but he ensured I didn't lack a thing. I never struggled for a single day in my life, but here I was. 

I couldn't tell what this fetish of seeing me suck on people's dicks was, but I guess it made Luther happy. The contentment in his eyes was unmistakable. 

What was Phyllis doing now? Was she safe? Did she have anything to eat? 

I felt wasted and no one ever told me a cup of water was a luxury until now. I would give anything to have a sip of water right now. 

“When a dog is sent on an errand, it returns to report to its master. You should know so much.” 

Luther's words pulled me from my reverie, and I tried to get up and walk toward him. However, my knees were so weak that I couldn't summon the strength in them, no matter how much I tried. 

The only way I could get to him was to crawl to his feet. I felt so dirty, unable to look him in the eyes. My head was almost hitting the floor, but Luther wasn't having it. 

“You will raise your head and look into my eyes when you speak to me.” Luther's words made me conflicted. I thought servants weren't allowed to look their bosses in the eyes. 

I raised my head and looked into his eyes, which seemed like a bottomless pit-sucking me into them. 

“I'm done, boss.” I reported shakily, forcing out every word in pain. 

“Good dog.” Luther patted my head as if I was truly a dog. He was gentle, and that shocked me to the bone. “Time for your next session, dog!” He released his hand and leaned into the seat. I had no other choice but to raise my head to meet his heated gaze. He was enjoying this, and I could tell from the smirk on his lips. 

“You see those two on the bed, they flouted the rules and started fraternizing with each other. Workers in the mansion were not allowed to have secret relationships. Any couple here needed to declare themselves, so they would both be transferred to a different facility.” 

He spoke as if he was having a conversation with an acquaintance. What was I supposed to pick from this? Was he worried that I'd get involved with his other servants behind his back?

“Well, we gave them a little extra to make their last moments blissful. That's why they didn't notice a thing that happened here.”

What the heck! The… Their last moments? No wonder they stopped moving when everything was done. They were both dead. 

Who was this psycho? How could he speak of life and death as if… 

“Well, now that you know the consequences of fraternizing with others behind my back, we can proceed with our lessons, right?” 

I gulped at his words, feeling pain shoot through my body. 

My throat hurt a lot, and I didn't even feel like speaking anymore. When I stared into his eyes once again, I didn't know what I was searching for, but I realized they were empty. 

Too empty. It's as if he had no emotions there.

Luther’s silence was killing me, since I didn't know what else he was cooking in that dark brain of his. 

Looking at all the bodies in the room, fear consumed me, and all I wanted was to get out of this place and never look back. 

“So, tell me, how was our little introduction? " Did you enjoy it?” Luther's words hit me once more, and as I looked into his mocking eyes, I couldn't hold back my tears. I had no response for him, and the mention of this torture being a mere introduction made me shudder at what the real deal was going to be. 

Luther didn't mind my silence, but rather began to walk out. No matter how weak I was, I couldn't spend a second alone with all these bodies. I would just pass out in fright. 

“Time to introduce you to the servants,” Luther mentioned, and I hoped the introduction wouldn't be anything worse. 

We finally made it to a large open space, and his men dragged me to the middle. 

“This right here is my dog. Her name is Andromeda MacKnight. Her work here is simple. She will suck on all the dicks here and serve all the men I choose. Impress me, and Andromeda will be yours. I dare say, even women could join the game. Andromeda…” 

So many words were ringing in my ears, and I couldn't really pinpoint what he said. However, when he mentioned my name, everyone gasped. There wasn't a single human in Hillview who hadn't heard of Andromeda MacKnight, even though I didn't reside in the country.

Soon, I heard the whole place go quiet, and I raised my head toward Luther. “You dare make me repeat myself?” 

His words cut deep into my bones, and I wished the ground could just open up and swallow me. I didn't even know he was calling me. I only heard my name in his speech.

“You will get punished for this,” Luther iterated, and my face went pale. I was already a mess, but for him to still speak of punishment in this case, what would be left of me?

“Do you have a problem with sucking their dicks and pussies?” he asked provocatively, and something snapped in my head. What! Dicks and pussies? What was that supposed to mean? 

I had never dreamed of being gay. I am as straight as a pole. How could I… 

I was desperate, and everyone could see it. However, all they wanted was to be pleasured by me. How could I bury my face in a woman's pussy or even allow any of them to do the same to me? People were gay by choice, not by force. 

Luther had no right to force me this way. 

“No. I won't do it. I can't do this!” 

There were gasps everywhere, and the surrounding servants began to back away.

Luther's gaze turned fierce, and I realized I might have embarrassed him by my words. However, there was no way to take back those words. I meant them. 

In any case, there was nothing I could say to take back my words.