The next day, she was assigned to serve Azurel. Her hands trembled slightly as she approached his quarters, the memory of his forceful kiss still fresh in her mind. She knew she couldn't refuse Jasmina's orders, but fear gripped her heart.
She hesitated as she helped him get ready, kneeling to adjust his belt and footwear. Her hands fumbled nervously as she felt his eyes burning into her.
Azurel's voice cut through the silence, smooth but sharp. "Was I your first kiss?"
She gasped, her hands freezing in place. "Y-yes," she stuttered, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
"I'm surprised you're not whored out yet," he said softly.
Terrified, she continued working on his belt and footwear. Azurel watched her, a predatory glint in his eyes. She felt her face drain of color, noticing the way his bulge strained against the fabric.
"This is your fault," he said. "So you should take care of it. Suck."
"No," she cried, tears streaming down her face.
He grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him, his breath warm against her ear. "You got me like this. Now you have to take responsibility."
She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to pull back. "N-no, I can't—please—"
His grip tightened, forcing her even closer. "Serve me," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes narrowing as they bore into hers. "Do as you're told."
She whimpered, shaking her head more violently, her voice cracking. "No! I won't—please, don't make me—" She pushed him away with a surge of desperate strength, stumbling back as her tears spilled over.
Without another word, she turned and ran, her sobs echoing faintly as she fled the room.
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The next day, the maid was assigned to serve Ilyas. As she entered the room and saw him, her face flushed, and she felt a wave of heat seeing Ilyas's naked, wet form. She shyly approached him and began to dry his body, her hands lingering as she helped him dress, fastening his belt and footwear. Ilyas watched her silently, his eyes following her every movement.
Once she finished, she gathered her courage. "Ilyas," she began, her voice trembling. "I need to tell you something about Azurel. He—"
Before she could finish, Ilyas interrupted her, his tone stern. "You will do as Azurel says," he scolded. "He is my brother, and you must obey him."
Her heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had hoped Ilyas would protect her, but instead, she found herself alone and helpless. Unable to hold back her tears, she cried, feeling utterly betrayed and lost.
"But he is forcing himself on me sexually. He... he is evil," she said, her voice breaking with desperation.
Ilyas's expression darkened. He grabbed her arm painfully, his grip like iron. "Don't you dare say a thing about my brother, you slave," he growled, shoving her away.
Tears streamed down her face as she trembled. "No. I won't let any man touch me," she declared, trying to stand her ground. She pushed him, but he jerked her back, throwing her onto his bed. Shocked, she realized she was on his bed, a place she was never allowed.
Ilyas straddled her, pinning her down. "Don't act so innocent," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I know the way you look at me. You are not pure, you servant." She hitched a breath, blushing at their intimate position.
"My brother is not just any man," he continued.
She closed her eyes, sobbing and looking away in fear. After a moment of tense silence, Ilyas got off her and walked away, leaving her alone with her tears and the crushing weight of betrayal.
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