Maid in Lace (PUBLISHED)

Chapter One

One year ago

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"You're as beautiful as ever Milania, give me a twirl" His eyes were hungry and wrinkles formed around them as he gave me a toothy smile. He sickened me.

"Yes Master" I said, my voice dripping with venom but obediently spun around, showing him the maid outfit.

"My my, you truly are perfect"

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Current time

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My eyes moved left to right, examining the market. Sometimes this made me feel like I was a prostitute... standing here, waiting to be sold. I looked to my right, noticing the two other maids near me. One was dressed... rather slutty... the other in casual clothes.

This was my third time on the market so maybe my new owner.. master.. god why do those words seem so perverted... the new person I would work for would be the one.

The last person I had worked for, I lasted long. I had worked a year and a half. But like the others he threw me away after a while. Sure enough he had a pretty good reason but it was still his fault.

I was only praying that this one wasn't going to be perverted.

You're probably confused, why am I here huh? Things have changed... big time.

With my mother passing away from cancer.

With dropping out of school.

With... so many things.

I couldnt afford keeping the house, I was fourteen when she passed away and I was alone. I went with a bad crowd then dropped out of school, things went downhill but luckily I found a way out.

I got tutored for a while but couldn't afford it either anymore. I had money from my mothers will of course and my dad offered me to live with him but I refused straight away.

Then when I found... this job. Being a maid or a personal maid. It was either this or becoming a prostitute and to be honest, I'd rather be cleaning than selling my body so I chose this life.

I really don't want to get in about the whole 'dad' situation. There's my life story, woe always me.

I had a place to live and I got money from it.

A young boy, around the age of seven ran past me but slowed to a stop. He walked backward before his eyes landed on me and the two other maids. He just... stared.

A man appeared behind him, dressed well. He seemed to be around in his early fifties. "I found them!" The young boy cried, looking pleased with himself. The older man rested his hand on the boy's head and gave him a small smile.

His eyes looked at each of us and he let out a "hmm" sound.

Yay, interview time - note the extreme sarcasm. I zoned out completely as he walked to the other maids and began asking different questions. After five minutes he had finished with both of them and was on to me.

The young boy stared up at me intently, ready to be focused on every word I said. Kind of creepy to be honest. I raised my head to the man when he cleared his throat.

"Nice to meet you..." He waited for my name.

"Milania" I informed him, my voice was cold.

"Okay.." He hesitated, most likely due to my attitude, "how many years have you worked as a maid?" He began with the questions and I couldnt help but roll my eyes. He either didn't notice or didn't point it out.