Will woke with a start from his fitful sleep, biting his lower lip to stifle the whimper that rose in his throat.
The demon blinked in the darkness of the cool and damp of the basement where he was kept when not in use, shivering.
Tears began to dribble from his single glowing blue eye to splash onto the concrete below the small, cramped cage he was chained in.
Unable to wipe away the sticky rain of tears due to his arms painfully cuffed behind his back and chained to a bar outside his cage, he leaned his forehead wearily against the bars trying as always to block the incident several hours prior.
It had been Dipper's turn with him that night, and the sadistic boy kept going for over an hour, hungrily swallowing every scream that ripped from his suffering demon's throat.
Will closed his eye and shuddered, then in an effort to steer his mind from the nightly rape, began going over the heavily detailed chores he performed daily for his cruel masters and mistress.
At 4:00 every morning, a timer on his cage would loose the chains from the bar, and dump him onto the hard cold floor.
After he'd picked himself up, he had to first go through the entire mansion, starting the fires in the fireplaces, light the candles and lamps, change the throws and beat the rugs, and dust the curtains.
Will was always extra careful when in the rooms of the Gleefuls, because if he woke them too early, he would be beaten before his day hardly even begun, and the poor demon hated that when it happened.
He tired his best to keep his days as pain free as he could, though his efforts were thwarted because all his owners enjoyed tormenting him.
After all that, he got started on Stanford's breakfast and morning cup of strong black tea.
Then he went upstairs to wake the magician uncle.
Stanford rose at 4:30, and if Will had not finished his chores, he was required to bring a whip with him to receive his punishment before Stanford even got out of bed.
Will hadn't had that happen for years though, having gotten good at what he did after all this time.
Waking his owners was risky business, if they were in a crabby mood, he would be slapped around more then normal, and often for no real reason.
If the room wasn't warm enough, he was forced to hold live coals in his bare hands until it was determined he knew what warmth was.
But if all went well, he would wake Stanford, helping the older man to sit up and slip his slippers onto his feet, then take him to his clothes Will laid out for him.
Stanford was the easiest to please on clothing, as he almost always wore the same thing, unlike the twins, who often smacked Will for bringing them clothing they didn't wish to wear just then.
Once Stanford was ready, Will would help him to undress, then dress him in his day clothes, holding up a mirror to let his master see what he looked like.
If Stanford was pleased, he shooed Will downstairs so by the time the man made it down, the table would be set with his choice of breakfast, which he ordered the night before.
If he wasn't pleased, he'd choke Will and command him to do a better job, which the tearful demon would hasten to do.
While Stanford ate, Will would rush upstairs, as he had to change the bed sheets, comforters, blankets, turn the pillows and fluff them, and sprinkle fresh incense over the bed once it was made up without a single wrinkle.
Then he had to sort and fold the dirty laundry into the separate hampers, which he had to clean and freshen daily.
All the white undergarments, except socks, went into one, the white socks into another, and then the outer garments sorted by color into another.
If the undergarments were colored as well, he sorted them into their own hampers as well.
He had to complete this before Stanford finished his breakfast, or a whipping awaited him for being too slow.
And if Stanford didn't like his breakfast for any reason, he would call Will back down and dump it all over him, then make him make new, and expect him to still finish his other chores in the same amount of time.
When Stanford finished his meal, Will would hurriedly clear the table and follow his master into the study where the man would inspect how Will laid out his workstation.
If he liked, it, Will was dismissed, if not, he had to fix it, often while being whipped.
More often then not, he had it right, having served Stanford for so may years, he knew how the old man liked his things set.
He still was sent off with a cuff to the ear regardless, but nothing that bad.
Then he had to set the table for the twins, who rose at 5:00, and start their tea and breakfasts.
First he woke Dipper, who would help his uncle in the study, and Mabel last, as she needed her beauty sleep.
Just as with Stanford, he had to help them dress and undress, and hope they liked his choice of clothing.
Dipper, who liked to rush Will, often would reject the first batch of clothing, and halfway through Will presenting him with new, would decide he wanted them after all, and kick Will for not being any faster.
Mabel was even harder to please, and she liked to cut him while he offered her various articles of clothing for her approval.
Then he had to brush her hair and help her do her makeup, and he never made it through without being laid out on the floor, bleeding and crying at least once.
Both twins liked to see him suffer, so they often randomly slapped, choked, and cut him as he tried to do his job, making him very jumpy, which resulted in them teasing him by acting like they were going to hit him then laugh when he cowered away from them.
Then he had to serve them breakfast, which, like Stanford, they ordered the night before.
Then he had to do their rooms like he did for Stanford, using whichever scent they wanted for the day to freshen their beds with.
On top of that, whoever had raped him the night before needed the mess from that cleaned up, and it was required everything be spotless as though he had never bled or puked all over the place.
Will had just started to think of what they all had wanted to eat that morning when the mechanism activated and he was facedown on the cement floor.
Mercifully, his nose did not break this time, and he stumbled gratefully up the winding steps into the dark halls of the Gleeful mansion, where he had been a prisoner for centuries, serving one generation after another, passed down like a family heirloom to the oldest son.
The reverse twins were a class unto themselves though, and Will considered them the worst out of all his masters and mistresses he had ever had.
He had been a Christmas present to them when they turned twelve, and his life had been worse then living hell ever since.
Taking in a deep breath, Will wiped his tears, steeled himself, and began his day.