Surviving As An Obsessive Servant 소설 & 이야기

The flames flickered against his reflection in the glass, painting him in ghostly orange. "Fueron mis mejores ¿no?" he asked, voice low but steely. (Translation: They were my best, weren’t they?) "Sí, jefe. Entrenado, leal. Operarios de grado de sombra". The underboss hesitated feeling scared for their life now because he has started to act like a psychopath. (Translation: Yes, boss. Trained, loyal. Shadow-grade operatives.) "Y ahora no son más que huesos y sangre en el pavimento americano." he growled, spinning around so fast the wine glass on the desk tipped.

he suggested. Ambrose shuddered. "No thanks. Our Boss is unpredictable when it comes to Ivy. I would rather watch everything unfold without risking my life by asking irrelevant questions" he muttered. Shawn chuckled with Mirth. If he had any doubts about Ivy and his boss, today's episode wiped his doubts clean. After today, he is sure that Ivy is further Mrs. Nikolai Knight.

He's busy unraveling the mysteries of his humble abode, turning an ordinary day into an exciting adventure full of warmth and comfort. Suddenly, a voice echoes from underground, piercing through the peaceful atmosphere. It's Ashley, who Donald had kidnapped for daring to break up with him. She's been locked up in a dark room, with no one aware of her whereabouts. Her voice is filled with fear and desperation as she cries out, "You will never go free for everything you have done to me, and you must pay!" Donald kidnapped her for breaking up with him, and ever since, she has been locked up in a dark room without anyone knowing her whereabouts.

But it was there. At the end of the corridor, the turn already led toward the servants’ wing. In my palm I could still feel the weight of the decanter. Behind the door, the crackle of the fire faded softly. And for the first time, I felt I didn’t just want to survive, but not to err—not until the word “observation” faded from beside my name on the parchment. Because if it didn’t fade… the king’s eyes would find me many more times. And I could no longer allow that.

I let out a snort and said, "I just have the impression that this is the quiet before the storm. To this day, we are still in the dark, and we do not yet comprehend anything. Every person in this place is a puppet, and they have no life of their own. It hurts, hurts even more than you know it does. Other things have come to my attention over the course of the previous few days, in addition to the fact that I have been attempting to determine the regular schedule of the servants and the time at which Joshua is fed his meals. To the point when there is not even a single person who remains sane in the manor, Sera has power over almost everyone there. "Every single person will eventually have to

I fixed my gaze on her. “You,” I said softly, nodding toward the pale-haired servant. “You’ve been here long enough to know the rhythms of this place. I’ve noticed you watch things closely, perhaps too closely. I want to hear from you. Have you noticed anything unusual? Visitors, whispers, anything out of place?” Her throat moved, but she said nothing. I saw her eyes dart toward the floor, then back up to mine. They were wide and almost haunted. Please don’t suspect me. I’m just trying to survive, I imagined her thinking, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. I mean no harm. I just want to be useful.

“—then we would be happy to stand by while you rest at your leisure. It’s our privilege to be at your disposal. We live to serve.” She wasn’t drunk on her newly minted authority as the latest inductee into the Premier Guard. She really wasn’t. It was simply a matter of common sense that if she gave her supposed ‘gifted’ servants a direct order, they should have jumped to obey her no matter how eagerly they wanted to serve. Supposedly. It wasn’t a leap at all to conclude with certainty that they were, then, no mere servants at all. They were daring to disobey her even behind a facade of servility because they had been instructed to by someone they feared more than her.

“You will work. You will obey. And when called, you will kneel. If you fail, you will not be punished. You will be erased. Bone by bone. Memory by memory. We will leave no trace of your existence. Not even a whisper.” A hush fell so deep I could hear the breath hitching in someone’s throat. “Make no mistake,” he continued, “this is not mercy. This is dominance. You are not here to be saved. You are here to serve.” He stepped down from the dias, each stride slow and deliberate, boots echoing across the stone. “Those of you who survive,” he said, now pacing in front of us, “may be granted purpose. The rest…” He stopped. “Will feed the roots of the forest.”

"You'll clean them when he's not there. You are a servant, nothing more. The fact that he spared your life doesn't make you special. It doesn't make you anything except lucky. Understand?" I nodded slowly, not trusting my voice. "Good." She placed the clothes down. "These are your uniforms. Plain, practical, and identical to what every other omega servant wears. *"You're lucky, you know," she said quietly. "LMost traitors don't get second chances. Most traitors don't survive their executions. And none of them…ends up as personal servants to the king himself." "This is not luck," I said, my voice hoarse. "It is torture."

“Curse, or direct death, what will you choose, Alliah?” Finally cursing as he giggles in a devilish tone with the twisted expression he has right now. His servants a long and inside carriage he is with right now are oblivious to everything. Where somehow none of them notice his strange behavior, or perhaps they are all twinkled and conditioned to not hear or see anything and be the perfect doll their master could manipulate for. “Just what could this game leads everything into?”