Change Takes Time(Part-1)(18+)

Content Warning: This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, violence, and disturbing themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Alistair followed to the maid's room, he could hear raised voices coming from one of the rooms.

He made his way towards them, growing increasingly irritated by what he was hearing.

When he finally reached the source of the commotion, he found a young woman standing in front of a dresser mirror, clutching a broken glass shard tightly in her hand.

She was arguing with two members of Shaw Manor staff who were trying to convince her to leave with the other women.

"I'm not going anywhere!" she shouted defiantly at them. "Lord Alistair chose me! He wants me here!"

Alistair's eyes narrowed as he observed the tense standoff between the young maid and the Shaw Manor staff.

He stepped forward with purpose, his presence commanding attention as he assessed the situation before speaking in a firm tone, "What is the meaning of this behaviour?"

The maid turned towards Alistair, her face a mixture of defiance and desperation.

"Lord Alistair, please, I beg of you, don't send me away. I will serve you faithfully, with all my heart. I belong here with you," she pleaded, her voice quivering with emotion.

Alistair regarded her with a thoughtful expression, weighing her words carefully.

"You were aware of the terms when you came here. The time has come for you to leave like the others," he stated, his voice unwavering.

The shard of glass in her hand glinted in the dim light, a stark contrast to the fragile innocence of her features.

"You were chosen to stay here and you agreed, but your time here is over. You must leave with the others and continue your work at Shaw Manor. There is no place for attachments here."

The maid's expression faltered for a moment, her defiance crumbling as the weight of Alistair's words settled upon her. "But... but I thought..." she stammered, her voice trembling with unshed tears.

Alistair's gaze softened slightly as he gazed at her, recognizing the vulnerability beneath her bravado.

"You have only been here for a short time," he continued, his tone firm but not unkind.

"You must understand that there are consequences for refusing to comply. You will be compensated for your time spent here, just like the others. You must leave now."

The maid hesitated for a moment, her resolve wavering as she gathered the courage to speak up. "I... I agree to leave," she began her voice steady but with a hint of defiance.

"But there is one difference between me and the others. You have slept with all of them, so I will only leave if you sleep with me."

Alistair's brow furrowed in surprise at her bold request, his gaze piercing as he regarded her intently. The notion of giving in to her demand appeared, but there was a flicker of admiration in his eyes for her unwavering determination.

"You are mistaken," he replied evenly, his tone firm. "I have no obligation to treat all the women the same. Your request cannot be granted. It is time for you to depart, like the others."

The maid's features hardened with resolve as she met his gaze head-on, her eyes filled with madness. "I will not leave until you sleep with me," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "I will never get this chance again."

Alistair paused, weighing the maid's words carefully. 

He could sense the depth of her yearning, she knew that she would be less valuable than the others who I had slept with.

After a moment of contemplation, Alistair's expression softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Very well," he said finally, his voice measured.

"I will grant your request. I will sleep with you, and then you must leave. Do not think this changes anything. Your future lies in your own hands."

The maid's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination, gratitude shining in her eyes. She nodded in acknowledgement, her heart pounding with anticipation for the opportunity that lay before her.

As Alistair agreed to spend time with the maid, With a decisive nod, he turned to Woodridge and the other staff present in the room, his voice firm and commanding.

"Woodridge, and the rest of you, leave us alone," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Woodridge hesitated for a moment, concern etched on his face. "Lord, you don't have to do this," he murmured softly, his gaze flickering between Alistair and the maid.

Alistair's steely gaze met Woodridge's, a silent warning in his eyes. "Now," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Woodridge bowed his head in deference, a flicker of resignation crossing his features as he turned to exit the room along with the other staff members.

As Woodridge and the rest of the staff exited the room and the door clicked shut behind them, a palpable tension hung in the air, charged with anticipation and uncertainty.

The maid stood still for a moment, her hand trembling as she released the shard of glass from her grasp, the sharp edges glinting in the dim light.

With a resolute expression, the maid took a step forward, closing the distance between herself and Alistair.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and determination coursing through her veins. This was her moment, her chance.

Alistair watched her approach with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, his gaze never leaving her face.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows across her features, highlighting the determination etched in her expression and the vulnerability lurking in the depths of her eyes.

As the maid stood before him, a mere breath away, a charged silence enveloped them.

Time seemed to stand still, the space between them crackling with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

And then, with a steadiness borne of conviction, the maid reached out a hand towards Alistair, her fingertips brushing against his.

Alistair hesitated for just a moment before gently pushing her hands away from him. "We don't have time for this," he said firmly but not unkindly. "You know what needs to be done."

With that, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the maid's hair roughly as he forced his lips against hers in an aggressive kiss.

She struggled at first but soon gave in to his forceful advances as their tongues wrestled against each other hungrily within their mouths while moans escaped both sets of lips filled with lust and desperation.

Alistair continued to kiss the maid with a fierce intensity, his hands roaming over her body as he pressed her against the wall. She moaned into his mouth, feeling both violated and desired at the same time.

He broke off from their kiss briefly to whisper harshly in her ear, "This is what you wanted. Remember that."

With that, he pushed her back down onto the bed roughly and began tearing off her clothes while she watched helplessly under his gaze of lustful possession.

Alistair's hands were rough as he tore off the maid's clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. He wanted her to feel every inch of his dominance over her body.

The fabric of her dress ripped easily under his strong grip, revealing the soft skin beneath.

He pulled down her chemise roughly, exposing her breasts to his gaze as they stood out proudly against the pale skin of her chest.

His rough fingers grazed over them lightly before he roughly pulled down her panties and tossed them aside with a cruel smile on his face.

The maid shuddered at Alistair's touch but couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure mixed with fear at being so completely under his control.

Alistair's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity as he looked down at the maid's exposed body.

He reached out and roughly grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly between his fingers before pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp in pain.

"Aghhh Ahhhh"

His other hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly skimming over her sensitive flesh until it reached its destination.

With a cruel smile on his face, he roughly pushed two fingers inside of her without warning or preparation.

She cried out in shock and pain as he began thrusting them in and out of her tight passageway without mercy or care for her pleasure.

"Aahhhh anhhhh annhhh"

The maid let out a muffled cry of pain as Alistair's fingers invaded her body without warning.

She tried to push him away unconsciously but found herself unable to move under his weight and strength.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of her roughly, ignoring her pleas for him to stop.

Tears began streaming down her face from the pain and humiliation she was experiencing at his hands.

She felt a new type of pleasure she never experienced before with being in this amount of pain.

"Aannh aaahhh annnhh"

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