Opening Pandora's Box

Opening Pandora's Box

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

In a future where sex has been eradicated, naive Danielle is about to embark in opening her own Pandora's Box. Newlywed Danielle Ainsworth has everything: riches, security, a respectable husband and a lavish lifestyle that she has become accustomed to. Her destiny is to be a Mother, bearing children through artificial insemination. She has no concept of love or sex; all she knows is that the lower class are not to be trusted. Elizabeth Chapman, a lower class young woman born in the slums of Manchester is destined to be a Maid, tending to Danielle's every need. Her world is every different from Danielle's; the lower class are seem as unimportant and so the chaste rules of the upper class do not apply. Danielle despises her new Maid but after overhearing a conversation, her curiousity takes her down a path of forbidden acts and finds herself coming to terms with repressed emotions and a world that seems to be more alive and forbidden than her own. Now Danielle has opened her own Pandora's Box, can she close it again before she loses everything?

Summary

In a future where sex has been eradicated, naive Danielle is about to embark in opening her own Pandora's Box.

Newlywed Danielle Ainsworth has everything: riches, security, a respectable husband and a lavish lifestyle that she has become accustomed to. Her destiny is to be a Mother, bearing children through artificial insemination. She has no concept of love or sex; all she knows is that the lower class are not to be trusted.

Elizabeth Chapman, a lower class young woman born in the slums of Manchester is destined to be a Maid, tending to Danielle's every need. Her world is every different from Danielle's; the lower class are seem as unimportant and so the chaste rules of the upper class do not apply.

Danielle despises her new Maid but after overhearing a conversation, her curiousity takes her down a path of forbidden acts and finds herself coming to terms with repressed emotions and a world that seems to be more alive and forbidden than her own.

Now Danielle has opened her own Pandora's Box, can she close it again before she loses everything?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Opening Pandora's Box

Author Chapter Note

In a future where sex has been eradicated, naive Danielle is about to embark in opening her own Pandora's Box. Newlywed Danielle Ainsworth has everything: riches, security, a respectable husband and a lavish lifestyle that she has become accustomed to. Her destiny is to be a Mother, nearing children through artificial insemination. She has no concept of love or sex; all she knows is that the lower class are not to be trusted. Elizabeth Chapman, a lower class young woman born in the slums of Manchester is destined to be a Maid, tending to Danielle's every need. Her world is every different from Danielle's; the lower class are seem as unimportant and so the chaste rules of the upper class do not apply. Danielle despises her new Maid but after overhearing a conversation, her curiousity takes her down a path of forbidden acts and finds herself coming to terms with repressed emotions and a world that seems to be more alive and forbidden than her own. Now Danielle has opened her own Pandora's Box, can she close it again before she loses everything?

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Submitted: November 17, 2013

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PART 1

Where the Box is fully sealed

“Chastity: The most unnatural of the sexual perversions.” ~Aldous Huxley, Eyeless in Gaza, 1936

 

When I first saw my new personal Maid, I was very disappointed. For one thing, she was young! She was also nothing compared to the Maid that had looked after me all my life until then.

Due to my status in society, I was expected to have many staff to tend to the chores but I was most concerned about my personal Maid who would have to take care of me rather than the house.

The Maid who had raised me as a child was a middle-aged woman who made me feel safe and happy. How could I possibly trust a girl barely older than I was to attend to my personal needs and demands?

When my impending marriage to Charles Ainsworth, a well-to-do young man was announced, I told my mother how I hoped, that my fiancé would choose a Maid like the one that Daddy had chosen. She had stated that it was Charles’ decision and I must be content with his choices.

After the wedding, Charles’s new valet that I only knew as Alex drove us to our new home; something as yet, unseen by me because Charles had chosen it in secret. As soon as I saw the house, I was disappointed. I will admit that it was a beautiful house with acres perfect for gardening and maybe horse riding but it was considered to be a new house.

Several years earlier, there had been a mass renovation of buildings throughout the country. Depilated buildings such as large abandoned houses and town houses had been converted into homes for the middle classes. They could be beautiful but they would never be as perfect or as desirable as the old, traditional houses, like the one my friend, Alice had inherited from her parents.

I did not want to spoil my wedding day so I decided to feign happiness. I gasped excitedly at the sight.

“I see that you like it, Danielle.” Charles commented.

I smiled, “It’s perfect! I hope the staff will be up to all the chores.”

He chuckled, “I’m sure they will.”

I looked over at him and he stared at me for a quick moment. I think I better take a moment to describe him. He was thirteen years older than me; it was tradition for women of my status to marry older men. They were more likely to be more mature and be rid of their immature mannerisms as well be focused in a career. I was very lucky to find Charles for he was developing a career as a Cleaner, the most prestigious job possible.

And he looked the part as well. Every time I had seen him, he was the distinguished gentleman; not even one lock from his red hair was out of place. And he was tall as well; he towered over me; a sign of fertility which was also important for my purpose.

As we moved closer to the mansion, the view became more astounding and despite my disappointment, I knew it would take all my restraint not to explore the house like a child.

You see, I wasn’t a child anymore. I was eighteen when I married Charles after meeting for the first time a year before that so I had to leave my child-like manners behind me a long time ago.

When the valet had parked the car, Charles got out and walked towards the house with me following slightly behind. When we were inside, he shut the large doors and they echoed into the large empty hall.

“I wonder if your Maid is here yet.” he said.

“Would she be allowed to come here before us?” I asked.

“Yes and the cook too,” Charles explained, “I said that we wanted our meal when we arrived.”

I raised my eyebrow, “Only three servants? “

“No. The others will be starting tomorrow.”

“Oh I see.”

“Well, why don’t you go and see if the Maid has arrived yet?” He suggested, “I’ll check the kitchen to see if the cook has come”

He left, making his way downstairs towards where the kitchens were situated.

I slowly walked up the staircase in front of me. At the top, there was a long hallway, of polished wooden doors.

I walked to the first door and opened it. Before me was a large empty room so I shut the door and continued to the next. As I opened each one, each in turn was empty, except for the ones that were near the end of the hallway. The first of these rooms contained a large bed, elegantly decorated with red silk and gold thread. There was also a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The one next to that held a single chaise and a chest of drawers.

I opened the final door at the end of the hallway and saw another large bed. It was decorated exactly like the one in the first room of the three. Mother had told me that I would have my own bedroom, just like at home whilst Charles would have his own, with the Ritual room in between. Of course I knew this already because this was how Mother and Daddy lived.

I walked into the room and that’s when I saw her.

There, before me was a young girl arranging flowers on the windowsill nearest to the bed. The door had previously obscured my view of her.

I broke the silence, “You!”

The girl stood up straight and turned around. When she saw me, she immediately bowed her head and placed her hands together.

She said quietly, “Madam?”

I kept my posture, “Where is my Maid?”

“I am here, Madam.”

I blinked, “Please speak clearly.”

She repeated, “I am here, Madam.”

I couldn’t see her properly because the sun was shining brightly into the room, turning her into a silhouette.

”Come into the light” I ordered.

She meekly walked forward until she was no longer a dark figure. She had a curvy body, far fleshier than my lean frame but she wasn’t fat. She also had a round face which was very noticeable because her hair was tied up in a bun.

Without looking up, she said, “I am your personal Maid, Madam.”

Before I could respond, I heard footsteps. Charles had joined us. “The cook is just finishing making dinner and said that the maid was…oh I see that you’ve found her.”

I looked sharply at him, “What? You cannot be serious.”

He cleared his throat and spoke in an authoritative tone, “Maid, go and set the table! Cook says that dinner will be ready in ten minutes. I want to see a perfectly laid table in five minutes!”

“Yes sir,” the girl said.

Without looking up, she scuttled across the room and out of the door.

I noticed that as she moved between Charles and I, her body stiffened. She seemed to be scared to touch us and drew herself in as if to become thinner.

In that brief moment, I got a better view of her. My eyes hadn’t been deceiving me; she was young and definitely not what I would call fat. No, she had a fleshy body with curves that filled the plain blue dress that was typical of Maids.

Her hair was indeed in a bun but I could see strands of hair escaping, flowing down her face.

It was a beautiful colour, the type of blonde that had become naturally dusky over the years.

It was astonishing to see that while my past Maids seemed to look worn down from years of labour, this young woman in front of me seemed to shine as if a life in the poor areas of Manchester had not consumed her.

The moment passed and she was running down the hallway, the dark-blue fabric of the regulation Maid uniform flowing around her legs.

When she was gone, I turned to him and pointed to the hallway, “That is my new Maid?”

“Yes.” said Charles

“You knew I wanted a Maid like my one at home.”  I hissed

This is your home now, Danielle” he replied.

I sighed impatiently, “I meant…..”

“Yes Danielle,” Charles interrupted, “I know what you mean. Now stop this pitiful arguing.”

I whined, “But she is so young!”

“Danielle, the type of Maid that you want are reserved only for Mothers.”

“But I’ll be a Mother soon!”

“I know but it is custom for newly weds to take on young Maids. When you are with child, then we can get the maid you want.”

I stamped my feet on the ground, “But I want one now!”

“Now, Danielle!” He ordered, pointing his finger at me, making me flinch, “I know you do but you have to be patient! I will not have you show me up in front of anyone over this matter! Do you understand?”

I wanted to bite back but then I remember what Mother had told me: that I must obey my husband. I nodded my head without saying anything.

He nodded without smiling and that ended the matter, “Good. Now let’s go to dinner.”

The Maid had only left us a few minutes earlier but when we entered the dining room, we saw her light a candle, adding the final touch to the beautifully laid out table. All I could think of was that at least she was quick and thorough; a perfect trait in a Maid.

Nothing more was said on the matter that day. I know I spoilt the day but I expected so much. I didn’t like not getting what I wanted. Daddy was stern but in the end, he gave me what I wanted. All I could hope for now was that I would conceive quickly so I could get a Maid who knew what she was doing.

It was her youth and inexperience that made me very nervous about the Ritual. The Ritual is one of the most important parts of marriage, if not the most important. It was performed as often as a married couple wished, although there were some days that it couldn’t happen. However, it was advised that the Ritual be performed at least once a day, if not more often. For you see, the Ritual was how children were made. It was the only possible way to become a Mother.

We wasted no time in initiating the first Ritual. At eight o’ clock precisely, Charles, his valet, the Maid and I walked to the room that had the chaise and chest of drawers in it. Trying hard to conceal my anxiety, I made my way to the chaise and pulled down my underwear whilst keeping my private areas concealed before lying on the chaise, keeping my legs closed. I knew I shouldn’t have felt so silly over this procedure. It was a natural thing in marriage and ever since I became betrothed to Charles, Mother had taught me everything about the Ritual.

Most especially, she taught me what to do and how to do it. However, all I was taught felt very different now that I was about to actually perform the Ritual after a year of waiting.

I watched Charles stand at one side of the chaise, his back towards me. His valet opened the top drawer and retrieved a jar, a thin nozzle attached to a blue bulb-shaped plunger and a hollow tube with a round end. He picked up the tube and walked towards Charles, standing at his side. I heard Charles unzip his trousers. There was some rustling as he fumbled slightly. The valet passed the plastic object to Charles and seconds later, I heard a faint buzzing in the air.

I quickly glanced at the Maid who was kneeling on the other side of me, her head bowed and her hands resting on her lap. Then I turned back to Charles’ valet who remained very still at Charles’ side, staring straight ahead.

Alex was younger than Charles, closer to my age but I could not be sure whether he was older than me. He was also exactly the same height as Charles. He had light brown hair that was neatly trimmed. In fact, I would have mistaken him to be as distinguished as Charles if he had not been wearing the standard clothes of a valet. I wondered for a moment what was happening to the country if people of status had to contend with young and obviously inexperienced servants.

Charles was as still as his valet; I had no idea what he was doing. I did ask Mother once what the man actually did for his part in the Ritual. Her reply was:

Oh, you have no need to know about that, Danielle. Charles has been taught about his part and all you have to do is remember your own.”

Finally, I saw his broad shoulders stiffen and seconds later, the buzzing stopped. He remained still for a few more moments. He passed the object to his valet. The Maid immediately sprung into action and walked quickly around the chaise towards the chest of drawers. She opened the jar and dipped her fingers into the clear liquid. She then smeared it thickly around the syringe.

She then went to the valet and carefully took the tube from him. Holding the tube and syringe, she knelt down by my feet. I felt disgusted as I nervously parted my legs and lifted them slightly, holding onto them. I tried to keep my privacy covered although there was no point as I now had to expose myself to a Maid who could never be seen as my equal. To calm myself, I remembered another piece of Mother’s advice:

It is wrong to expose your nudity to anyone. It is a sacred part of you. You will have to expose yourself to someone of the lower class but remember that it is a necessary evil; the only way you can conceive a child.”

She cleared her throat, “On this day, you became bonded in marriage until the day that Death parts you. Now you become bonded in the quest for the first of many children.” Her voice sounded artificial as if she had rehearsed the words many times, “Madam, are you ready?”

“I am.” I tried to sound as bold as possible.

“Then please open yourself up to me in the hope that you will become with child in this moment.”

I concentrated on the cold white ceiling above me as I reached under my dress and pried myself open with two fingers. I tried to keep my hand steady but my nerves overwhelmed and I could feel my fingers shaking. My closest friends had already performed the Ritual and they both had said that it had hurt due to their incompetent Maids. I wasn’t expecting the experience to be any different for me.

I suddenly felt something cold, wet and slimy probe slowly inside me. I winced at the invasion but I tried to relax myself. I shivered as the cold wetness sent shocks through my spine before spreading throughout my body. As the nozzle entered deeper, it felt sore but nowhere near as painful as my friends made it out to be. 

Time passed slowly as the nozzle stayed still. My body must have become accustomed because the pain gradually faded replaced with a feeling that can only be described as nice. I knew I shouldn’t have thought that way about the Ritual but like I said, it was the only appropriate word to describe what I was feeling.

Then, just as slowly, it was gently removed. I sighed with relief as I eased my legs down on the chaise and closed them.

Charles asked, “Is it done?”

The Maid answered, “Yes, Mr Charles.”

“Good.” He turned to her, “When you have finished here, prepare some coffee for us and then you are dismissed for the evening.”

“Yes, Mr. Charles.”

He nodded and left the room along with his valet. I stood up and pulled up my underwear before straightening my dress. The Maid took a cloth out of her pocket and began to wipe the nozzle.

“Are you alright, Madam?” She asked.

My head shot up, “Yes. I’m fine, thank you.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head. “It was uncomfortable but I’ll be okay.”

“That’s good. May I be excused, Madam?”

“Yes you may.”

She nodded and left the room. I sat on the edge of the chaise, the presence of the nozzle still imprinted inside me. I was relieved that it was not painful but I was confused; why did my first Ritual have to be different from my friends’?

All I could think of was that maybe I didn’t have a careless Maid; not only did I receive no pain but she had shown consideration for me afterwards. True, she was being paid to respect me but it still made me feel good. I just hoped she continued her competence during our short time together.

With that in mind, I went to the sitting room to find Charles reading the paper and the coffee prepared. After a quiet evening, we retired to our respective bedrooms.

*****

“Alice, are you comfortable?”

My friend, Alice Outwood struggled in the chair, holding onto her growing bump, “As comfortable as can be expected, thank you.”

“Good,” I answered.

It was a week after the wedding and my childhood friend, Alice had visited my home for the first time.

Her husband, Henry was in another room, possibly discussing work with Charles. They worked together at the same Cleaning Centre, you see, although Henry had more responsibilities than Charles but that is only because he has been working at the Centre for a longer period of time. Whilst Henry was a Cleaner, Charles’ responsibilities mainly involved tedious paperwork.

Alice and Henry had been married for six months and she was already pregnant with her first child.

“So how is married life for you?” She asked.

“It is early days,” I said, “but he is a good husband.”

“Yes, Charles is a good man. Not as rich or as powerful as my Henry but maybe one day he will be.”

“One day,” I said, nodding.

“Are you ready for Marie’s wedding?”

“Next month, isn’t it?”

“Yes and I have already chosen my dress,” Alice said, “Of course, it has to be made bigger for the little one.” She patted her belly.

“How is the baby?” I asked.

“He’s alright,” She said, patting her belly.

He?” I raised my eyebrow, “So you decided to find out then?”

“Yes,” She smiled.

“That’s wonderful!” I exclaimed.

“I know,” She said smugly, “I knew I said I’d wait but you know me. I couldn’t bear the anticipation.”

Yes, I knew her too well. Her maiden name was Ringley, one of the richest families in Manchester. Her family owned the grandest home in the area, Heaton Hall. It was one of the oldest and most prestigious homes in the area and had been for centuries. At one point in history, it became an exhibition hall. Then her ancestors purchased and it has since been passed down through many generations. I had been there many times and loved it. I hoped that one day, I’ll be able to live in such a beautiful home.

Daddy and Mother wanted our family to be associated with as many prestigious families as possible, especially with the Ringleys. So I had to be friends with Alice and all the other children of similar age of rich parents. The more rich families your family was associated with, the higher the status.

Not only was she richer than me but she had always been prettier than me, even when we were little girls. Ever since we turned sixteen, she had many possible suitors willing to marry her so everyone was pleased when she finally chose to marry the eldest son of the esteemed Outwood family.

I was jealous of Alice as my parents had to practically choose a husband for me. Not that I did not want to get married; I just was not as lucky as other girls were in finding a suitor. My envy for Alice only intensified that her beauty was emphasised by her pregnancy. At my wedding, I felt that she had outshone me in every way, although I think it was mainly due to her growing belly. And she was destined to do the same at the upcoming wedding of my other closest friend, Marie Watling, soon to become Mrs Gerard Hollinhurst.

I asked, “Have you thought of any names yet?”

“I have a list,” She patted her belly, “But I guess we can keep some names for our other children?”

Other children?” I laughed. “You’ve not had your first yet!”

“Well, Henry and I want as many beautiful children as possible. And now we’re getting a better Maid, we might be able to conceive quicker next time.”

“Still incompetent, is she?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Not as clumsy as when she first came, I’ll admit but I can’t wait to get rid of her. She’s a nuisance and she has started talking back at Henry and I. It’s just not appropriate, is it?”

“Of course not. Of course not. So when is your new Maid coming?”

“Not for another two months. I’m so lucky to be getting an older Maid, what with the shortage and all. I hope the baby doesn’t come before she arrives,” She answered, “I will not have that clumsy bitch helping me give birth.”

The Maid entered the room with a tray of tea. She carefully set the tray on the table and gently poured two cups of tea before passing them to us.

I nodded my approval and waved my hand at her, “You are dismissed.” As soon as she left the room, I continued, “I would have her stay but we don’t need her listening to our conversation, do we?”

“Of course not, Danielle. Very wise.” Alice answered, “How is your Maid doing by the way?”

“Well, it’s early days but she’s not made a mistake yet.”

Alice raised her eyebrow, “Not even during the Ritual?”

“Well, the Ritual still feels uncomfortable but she’s not made any mistakes yet.”

“Well, just wait,” Alice warned, “It’ll happen soon. She’ll become lazy and then when you discipline her, she’ll fight back.”

“Oh yes,” I nodded, “These young Maids are all the same. I can’t wait to get an older Maid.”

“I agree, dear. So much more dependable, aren’t they?”

I sipped my tea, “Definitely, Alice.”

It’s a rare event where Alice and I agreed on things. But then again, all of my girl friends were unhappy with their Maids. They were either young, argumentative, stubborn or lazy or a combination of the four. Although I found no fault with my Maid, I was eager to get an older Maid. I was waiting for the moment when she would start to become like the rest. They all show their true colours eventually.

She didn’t lose her perfect trait though. My Maid, Elizabeth was her name, was obedient, quick, hard-working and of course, she was quiet. She only spoke when addressed and always in a timid voice.

I did try my best to set traps for her as well as to find fault with her or to criticise her. One of my favourite tricks was to leave money on my dressing table. As my personal Maid, Elizabeth was allowed to enter my sleeping quarters, a privilege not given to any of the other staff. However, when I returned, not one coin would be missing.

She had still retained these mannerisms and obedience six months later. By then, despite the consistency of the Ritual, I still hadn’t conceived. We performed it every day, except for days when it was not possible.

Still I had expected to be pregnant by this time and I was very upset at the thought of not becoming a Mother. It just wouldn’t leave my mind.

You see, whilst lower class women are destined to become Maids, girls like me had one purpose in life: to be a Mother. Mothers are married into rich society and privileges. They must obey their husbands, have children and in return, they enjoy a life that Maids can only dream about.

Maids are very different; their job is to make sure that Mothers do not have to lift a finger. They help the Cook, they clean the house, wash and tend to the children. That is their life. They do get married and have children but only to keep up the number of future workers. They do not get spoiled; in fact every one of them is poor. So, as I said, it is much better to be a Mother.

However, it is an honour to be a personal Maid. I know very little about how a Maid is trained but I do know that the job of personal Maid is given to the most reliable and most trustworthy of women. Due to their apparent good character, they do not have to clean the house or do any of the labour work that befalls the cleaning staff. They help the Madam of the house with their personal demands from brushing their hair to the Ritual. For that, they are given the most privileges which put them in a position of trust. However, most like to abuse their trust; it’s a mystery on how they are able to pass their training in the first place.

I think, at this point, I should mention Charles’ valet, Alex. He tends to Charles’ needs in the same way that Elizabeth does to mine. He also is the only gardener and he also tends to the horses on the grounds. As with the personal Maid, the valet is also a privileged job as many men of his status work laborious and back-breaking jobs in their gloomy cities.

Due to his youth, I was concerned that he was incompetent. Instead, he was determined and hard-working. Sometimes I would watch him work in the garden from the lounge window. He never seemed to stop, only to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand. Even in the coldest weather, he would always wipe his brow. I could not find fault with him and Charles seemed content with him. In the beginning, Charles would ask if there had been any problems and I was truthful, stating no.

Anyway, six months after our wedding, all the anxiety of not being pregnant got to me and my mood hadn’t lifted when Charles arrived home from work. I was in my room at the time, gazing at my reflection in the full length gilt-framed mirror standing in the corner of the room. My long dark brown hair framed my heart shaped face beautifully. I rested my palms on my flat belly, knowing that no baby was growing inside me.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes and to prevent Charles from seeing me upset, I made my way below stairs to let out my emotions. It was then I heard voices from the kitchen.

“You should come out with us, you know.” said The Cook.

“I shouldn’t I can’t afford to.” Elizabeth said in a voice that was alien to me. She sounded clearer and more assertive than I had ever heard her.

“What? You’re getting a wage, aren’t you?”

“But it all goes to help my Mum.”

“She's worried about you, you know. When you’re not working here, you’re looking after her.”

“She’s sick and I’m all she’s got!”

“I know but she keeps begging me to get you out of the flat once in a while. Liz, you’re coming out tonight!”

“No!” Her defiance shocked me.

“Come on, Liz. Please”

I heard her sigh, “One hour. I’m coming out for one hour but that’s all!”

“That's my girl. You won’t regret it.”

I walked back upstairs, my sadness forgotten. I had never heard Elizabeth talk like that before, with such defiance in her voice.

I can only imagine that this is what my friends had to cope with. I had expected to see more of this behaviour from her but when she was in mine or Charles’ company, she was her usual self. It was as if the girl in the kitchen was a completely different person.

With my discontent eased, I was able to keep my composure throughout the evening meal. That is until Charles told me his startling news.

I dropped my fork, “You’re going away!?”

He answered, “Just for two days, Danielle. It’s business, you see.”

Two days!” I cried out, not caring that Elizabeth was in the room and it wasn’t deemed ladylike to argue in front of guests or staff, “You’re leaving me alone here for two days?”

He said sternly, “Now, Danielle….”

“No!” I interrupted, slamming my hands on the hard table, “You should have prepared me for this! Why didn’t you?”

I could hear the strain in his voice, “Because I only found out today. It’s only for a weekend. Surely you can survive that long without me.”

“But what about the Ritual?”

He slammed down on the table, “That’s enough!” He stood up abruptly, “I will not have this behaviour in our house! I have to go on this trip and I will not have this behaviour from you anymore! Do you understand!?”

I blinked, frozen in my chair. Only Daddy had ever spoken me in that manner.

I nodded nervously, “Yes, Charles.”

“Good,” He left the room.

I didn’t finish my meal. I sat there in silence, knowing that Elizabeth was watching me. I knew I had been in the wrong; after all, my husband’s word was final but the thought of my chance of pregnancy being delayed by a few days was not what I wanted.

Charles and I didn’t speak for the rest of the evening and as soon as it was complete, Charles left the room, leaving me miserable.

As I straightened myself, Elizabeth asked, “Are you alright now, Madam?”

“Of course I am,” I replied, my back to her, “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Well, what happened earlier…”

I shot a dark look at her, “That is none of your business! You are a Maid and nothing more! Understand?”

She bowed her head, “Yes, Madam.”

“Good. Now you are dismissed.”

I left the room and went straight to bed. As I tried to sleep, one single thought ran through my head. I didn’t like the idea of being left alone in this great mansion. All my life, I have always been blessed with the company of someone with me in the darkest hours of night, whether it be my parents or my Maid. All I could hope for was that nothing bad would happen while he was away. 

 

To be continued....


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