Novel & Cerita Surviving As An Obsessive Servant

remarked Alexander. Of course, he was just speaking casually. Semi-Empyrean beings were uncommon. Rat Servant, the only survivor, struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly at his last gasp. His face showed only shock. "The Three Immortal Guardians won't let you off!"

With all this security, with Titan never leaving her side for long, what chance do I have? I squeeze my eyes shut. If I move too soon, if I misstep even once, Titan will know it was me. I cannot afford another mistake. And yet… if I wait too long, I lose everything. The door creaks, and I startle, my heart jerking into my throat. But it’s only one of my servants, slipping in to clear the trays from my earlier meal. She bows her head, quiet and obedient. For a moment, I envy her. How simple life must be when all you have to do is serve, without the crushing weight of schemes and survival pressing down on your every breath.

Connor noticed my stare and scowled with disgust. "Don't waste your anger on a servant," Melissa soothed him immediately. She flicked an order to the servants. "Drag him up. Beat him!" They hauled me from the water, and before I could catch a breath, the beating began like a storm. Some servants hesitated, trying to appease the couple with flattery. "Sir, ma'am! There's no need to waste your energy on a lowly servant on such a great reunion day!" "Exactly. Please go enjoy the celebration. Staying here is just a waste of time." They agreed and left without a second glance, with laughter and music drifting from the courtyard as I lay gasping in the dirt like a dying dog.

The poison soon sent him to death. Klaus, where are all servants, "yes master, you all listen to me and yes if you try to break my trust then you will not remain alive. So be careful about what you do and what kind of activity would be conducted". So, follow my instructions and never betray or else no one will be able to live alive". All the servants became stiff and therefore we went back to work.

"Please... Please, ma'am. Let me serve you. I promise, I'll be faithful." I shook my head, feeling a pang of pity. It was like she was pleading for her death. This house loomed with unspoken threats and the ever-present shadow of death. Kira sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh Lord!" She paused, as if considering the servant's plea. "Alright, you can work here," she said with a shrug. "But think of every day as your last day in this stinking world." Annabella nodded fervently. "Thank you, ma'am. Thank you. I'll get your breakfast." She quickly dropped my breakfast in front of me and rushed away, clearly relieved to escape the tension.

But the fear of the unknown loomed over me like a dark cloud. My wolf suddenly emerged from my mind. 'Don't worry, Shea, I will always be here for you." I smiled to her comforting words. She really knew the things she needed to say. I knew that being a servant wasn't easy, but it was still better than being stuck in that dungeon. I have to learn how to keep my head down and do what they say if I wanted to survive. The slightest mistake could lead to severe punishment, or worse, death.

If I'm obedient, maybe he'll just let me exist as far away from him as humanly possible. "Can I ask you something first?", I murmur. "Sure." "Do you have a microchip too?" She looks at Anna, confused for a moment, and Anna, with a smirk on her face, answers my question in her place, by responding with, "We're not slaves. We're servants." "Servants?"

Suddenly we heard a knocking on the door , I hope that is someone who could save me from his clutches . It was the servants, they brought few food items to our small table , I saw them shaking and sweating not daring to look at him in his eyes , it is very strange, they are like being burned by the time they spend inside the room with him , it was like they came in hurry, like they left in hurry too, leaving me all alone with the erupting volcano near me. Servants left and we spent moments of silence .

“Obey and he will love you.” “Obey or bleed.” “Obey or vanish.” Camela clasped her hands over her ears, trembling. “Stop! I won’t listen!” she yelled. The maid's voice slipped through the chaos, calm and cold. “If you refuse to listen, you will die here. The lesson is obedience. Survival demands it.” Camela's eyes burned with anger as she asked. “Obedience to who? To the masks? To him? To you?” The maid’s whisper sliced through the air like a blade. “Obedience to the truth you fear most,” she replied.

It was a tangible reminder of that fleeting moment of vulnerability, that brief glimpse into Dante’s past. Her initial observations of him had been purely fear-driven – a monster, a kidnapper, a ruthless overlord. But now, with the journal’s revelations and that unsettling moment of tenderness, she began to see layers. His obsession with her wasn’t just about revenge against Lorenzo, or even about punishing her for Isabella’s perceived sin. It was about something far more profound, something deeply personal. He wasn't just demanding her soul to inflict pain; he was demanding it to fill a void, to reclaim a piece of himself that had been torn away.