"Missy?"
The Handmaid turned, seeing Stitch at the door. "Yeah? What is it?"
"The Boss wants ya. Said he's sick." Stitch said, motioning to the door.
The troll groaned, getting out of her chair. "Did he eat to much again?"
"Yup."
The Handmaid shook her head and left her room, heading down to her master's rarely used quarters. At she stood outside the door she could hear the comically loud groaning from inside.
He was such a drama whore.
She opened the door and stepped into the musty room, going straight to the massive bed. "I'm here."
"Handmaid! Handmaid, rub my stomach! I ate too much!" Lord English yelled.
"Yeah yeah. I know."
Don't sass me you bitch."
The Handmaid rolled her eyes, hoisting herself onto the bed and sitting next to him. Her grey hands rested on his massive and heavily muscled torso and began to gently rub his stomach.
She couldn't help but smile when he let out a soft sigh, his fussing ceasing almost immediately. He was actually kind of adorable when he was like this.
"You know, you don't need to eat yourself close to bursting just to get me to do this." she said, continuing her gentle strokes.
"You say that like you think I like this garbage." English snarled.
"I know you do. I wasn't tossed into your service yesterday." the Handmaid said, smiling at him.
The grown, yet still immature cherub's face went red, quickly looking away from her.
"Shut up you ugly bitch."