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She also wore black fishnets which went all the way up to her thighs while a set of black-heeled sandals adorned her feet and made her look sexier. Her hands were chained to the bars in front of her and her ankles also had chains fastened on each side as her legs were opened and her butt was made to stick out in a seductive posture. Her sight was enough to make any man go crazy with desire and as she was presented before the crowd, Stanley could hear the different voices of the men around him talking about how sexy and attractive she looked.

I waved my hand, above my head, onward. “Who told you to enter the mansion?” The third elder’s voice echoed at the entire mansion. She was standing at the top-end of the grand staircase. Her hands were clasped together near her chest as she gracefully walk down the stairs, chin up high and back straight. I averted my head above my shoulder and told them in a soft voice, “don’t listen to her.” The maids formed two horizontal straight lines according to their colors. I scratched my head while watching them do it as quick and as snappy as ever. They were like trained militars molded to obey commands.

Head Maid Greta greets us upon entering and begins softly chatting with the other early-arriving maids. We stay in the room till about thirty maids are present. I remember there were at least fifteen girls competing, so the numbers add up. Once everyone is comfortable, Greta divides up our tasks. The mannequins, which are essentially leather representations of human bodies packed full of cotton and hay, are what Macy and I have to set up. We all labor silently, some of the females setting up pitchers and towels on tables as the rest of us, including ourselves, mannequin set up. Head Maid Greta soon orders us to stand against the walls as I hear a chorus of feminine voices drift down the hall

I replied, shaking her hand, “I’m a maid here, a neighbor recommended me, I’ve been here less than a month, just almost two weeks,” “Ah, I see. So, did your boss try to take advantage of you? Or a woman?” I didn’t know if I should be amused by what she said or what. “Ah, a man, but he’s always not home, always at work,” I grabbed a pack of monggo and put it in my cart.

It became hard to breathe. After checking all the rooms, I went into the living room then moved into the playground. There was nothing there either. The plates clanking from the kitchen got my attention. The maids always washed quietly. I entered the kitchen and found her behind the pile of plates. They towered to nearly shoulder height. She scrubbed furiously using both her hands, and soap got to her elbows. “Beauty.” Who the fuck let her do this? Damn, those maids. I hurried inside and gently pulled her hands away from the plates. "Stop. What are you doing? Clean your hands. You don't need to do this."

Sally replied. A good memory was no match for a careful record. She spread a blank sheet of paper and began writing. Liam leaned over, curious. "What do you mean by 'maid for heavy tasks'?" He understood each word on its own, but put together, it confused him. Were maids divided into heavy tasks and light tasks? Sally wrote as she explained, "A maid for heavy tasks handles the rougher chores outside. Like washing, cleaning, carrying water, and sometimes helping with cooking or repairs. Any kind of physically demanding work.

another maid said “And I like her too, she’s so nice,” another maid said while another rolled her eyes. “I don’t like her,” another maid said and hissed, while the rest of the maids shot her a deadly glare. “Didn’t you guys notice something about the Octuplets?” Another maid asked “What’s that?” Two maids asked in unison. “The octuplets look so much like Mr. Colby,” the maids said and the rest hummed. “I noticed that too” another maid said

The coldness of the manor, the fraility of the maids who cleaned their stations before they went back about their business, disappearing like they were never there. It all looked like a well-oiled machine, the way they worked, moved, and appeared just when they were needed, but at the same time, the bruise on the hand of one of the maids had me thi nking diffferent, the way the head of the house looked at her, his eyes lighting up with lust, and what looked daring, damning, consuming, like he wanted to swallow her up while taking of her aty the same time. It all looked terrifying.

Lana's eyes widened as her hand shot out and grabbed the maid by the arm. "What the hell?!"