Chapter 8

Ellis nervously knocked on the door of Freya's bedroom, the young tyrant of the mansion. She had been warned by the other maids to be careful around Freya, who was known for her cruel and demanding nature.

As she entered the room, Freya glared at her with her magenta eyes. "What is the meaning of this?" Freya demanded.

The study table on her room still had some dust on it. Even though it is a sma oversight, she decides to drag it just so she could enjoy tormenting her maid.

Ellis stammered, trying to come up with an excuse for her supposed transgression. "I-I'm sorry, milady. I didn't mean to..."

Freya cut her off with a wave of her hand. "I don't care about your excuses," she sneered. "You dared to defy me, and for that, you must be punished."

A shiver ran down Ellis's spine as she realized what Freya had in mind. The previous maids had all suffered at the hands of Freya's cruel punishments, and she feared that she would be next.

Freya clapped her hands, and a maid appeared, carrying a black dress with white trim. "Put this on," Freya commanded.

Ellis hesitantly took the dress from the maid, her heart sinking as she realized that it was a skimpy French maid outfit. She was self-conscious about her curvy body, and the thought of wearing such a revealing dress filled her with dread.

Freya watched her with a cruel smile, relishing in Ellis's discomfort. "All of my previous maids have worn this dress," she said. "You will wear it from now on."

Ellis knew she had no choice but to obey. She quickly changed into the dress, her hands shaking as she fastened the black lace garter belt around her thighs.

When she emerged from the dressing room, Freya's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Ellis's curves outlined by the skimpy outfit. The maid who had brought the dress gaped at Ellis in shock.

Freya, however, was not pleased. She had expected to find the new maid submissive and weak, but instead she saw a young woman who was uncomfortable and scared. "What are you spacing out for?" She snapped at the maid, "Get out, I don't need you now."

The maid scurried away, leaving Ellis alone with Freya.

Freya eyed her up and down, taking in the sight of her body in the erotic dress

Freya eyed her up and down, taking in the sight of her body in the erotic dress. Ellis could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame. She wished she could disappear, to hide from Freya's cruel gaze.

Freya's gaze lingered on Ellis's body for a moment longer before she spoke. "Well, now stop standing there and prepare my tea," she said with a smirk.

Ellis hurried to do as she was told, grateful for the distraction from Freya's cruel gaze. As she made the tea, she couldn't help but think about how much she hated this job, and how much she hated Freya.

Freya, meanwhile, was deep in thought, her mind was focused on how to break and control her new maid. Ellis couldn't help but feel uneasy, aware that as a succubus, her presence alone could be a danger to Freya and her household. She knew that succubi were known to absorb the essence of their partners during intercourse, and Freya's gaze on her body made her worried that the human may try to use her abilities to her advantage.

As Ellis brought the tea to Freya, she could feel the weight of Freya's gaze on her, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a long and terrifying journey where she had to tread carefully to avoid falling prey to Freya's manipulation and power play.

Freya POV

I requested my mother to find me a new maid, as the previous one had proved herself to be weak and easily broken. I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust towards their fragility.

My mother informed me that she had acquired a new maid from a slave auction, who was currently undergoing training under one of the mansion's head maids to ensure she would be able to withstand my demands.

I have always been provided with everything I wanted and more since birth, thanks to my mother, the duchess. I lived in the main house in the capital, surrounded by luxuries and surrounded by a plethora of servants, yet none of them could ever meet my standards. They were all weak and easily controlled, cowering in fear at the mere sight of me. I took pleasure in wielding my power over them, relishing in their inability to defy me.

But as time passed, even the entertainment of bullying the mansion's servants grew dull. I needed something new, something to sate the dark desires that dwelled within me. I longed for a personal maid, someone I could break and mold to my will.

And that's when she arrived, a slave, bound to obey and serve me without question. The thought of breaking her and using her for my own twisted pleasure filled me with a sense of excitement and anticipation. I have always relished in the suffering and despair of others, it brought a sense of euphoria to me.

I recall the time when I was in a carriage, heading back to the mansion, all the commoners hurriedly ran to the sides of the road to avoid getting crushed, as the carriage of a dukedom should not be stopped for a mere commoner.

I had always had a twisted sense of entertainment, relishing in the suffering of others. Even as a child, I had taken pleasure in the power I held over others. I still remember the time I was traveling in a carriage and saw a pregnant woman desperately trying to flee from its path. She begged for her and her child's life, but no one dared to intervene. The carriage never slowed, crushing her under its wheels and leaving her a lifeless, bloody mess. The onlookers simply shook their heads as if it was to be expected.

The memory of her pleas and the final moment when her eyes lost all hope sent shivers of excitement down my spine. I had tried to replicate that feeling many times, but nothing compared to the euphoria of that moment. And now, with a new slave at my disposal, I would finally be able to relive that thrill again and again.

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