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So this is a super short story I wrote back in December 2009 while bored in Spanish class. So...review please if you read.
It started when she ran away from home. Her family was rich, she the first born. She hated it. When she was in trouble we helped her, so she begged to be allowed to pay us back. Now she is our maid. She is beautiful, sweet, gentle, and perfect like an angel. I thought that I could not stand it. The day started with one word yelled by me.
"Maid!"
"Yes, my lord," her perfect voice responded to me as she came to attend my needs. I thought I hated it.
"My room is dirty, clean it."
" Yes, my lord."
I watched as she cleaned. I leaning against my doorway. Her outfit was too short, it disgusted me. All I could think about was how she should not be exposed like that.
When she was done, "Maid!"
"Yes, my lord," her answer for everything. I was neutral about it.
"Make us lunch."
"Yes, my lord."
I watched her cook and make us plates.
"Eat," I ordered, so she did. I thought I hated how she did everything I told her.
"Maid, do these dishes," I told her when we were done.
"Yes, my lord."
When she finished washing, I gave her yet another order. "Maid! Watch a movie with me," and so she did.
After the movie we both rose off of the couch.
"Maid," I said. "Do you love me?" I asked. I do not know what came over me or why I asked, I just did. She turned and looked at me in the eyes, and I the same.
"Yes, my lord," the words she always said.
"Maid. You will marry me."
"Yes my lord," and then a smile that I have only seen when we accepted her begging, a beautiful perfect smile, spread across her lips. I then pressed mine against hers, and in that moment I knew that all I thought was wrong, in fact it was the opposite of my true feelings. I wanted her, and only her. I loved her and always will, and still do.
It started when she ran away from home. Her family was rich, she the first born. She hated it. When she was in trouble we helped her, so she begged to be allowed to pay us back. Now she is our maid. She is beautiful, sweet, gentle, and perfect like an angel. I thought that I could not stand it. The day started with one word yelled by me.
"Maid!"
"Yes, my lord," her perfect voice responded to me as she came to attend my needs. I thought I hated it.
"My room is dirty, clean it."
" Yes, my lord."
I watched as she cleaned. I leaning against my doorway. Her outfit was too short, it disgusted me. All I could think about was how she should not be exposed like that.
When she was done, "Maid!"
"Yes, my lord," her answer for everything. I was neutral about it.
"Make us lunch."
"Yes, my lord."
I watched her cook and make us plates.
"Eat," I ordered, so she did. I thought I hated how she did everything I told her.
"Maid, do these dishes," I told her when we were done.
"Yes, my lord."
When she finished washing, I gave her yet another order. "Maid! Watch a movie with me," and so she did.
After the movie we both rose off of the couch.
"Maid," I said. "Do you love me?" I asked. I do not know what came over me or why I asked, I just did. She turned and looked at me in the eyes, and I the same.
"Yes, my lord," the words she always said.
"Maid. You will marry me."
"Yes my lord," and then a smile that I have only seen when we accepted her begging, a beautiful perfect smile, spread across her lips. I then pressed mine against hers, and in that moment I knew that all I thought was wrong, in fact it was the opposite of my true feelings. I wanted her, and only her. I loved her and always will, and still do.