Hello everyone, this is the first story I will be submitting on here so i'm not fully confident in my writing yet so friendly criticism is welcomed! I apologise for any spelling mistakes in advance!
Milly had worked in Reavers factories for years, ever since she was a child she made the brave decision to leave her home of Bloodstone and seek out the horrid, turbulent streets that Bowerstone had become. Many thought she was insane, why would anyone activley choose to work for Reaver? The pay was horrendous and the hours of work criminal, yet she never tired and she never gave up. Now an 18 year old woman, she was shunned by her fellow work mates, they called her names like 'Reavers Whore' and the like when she infact had never even met Reaver. She herself couldn't explain when asked, why are you so devoted to him? She just shrugged and answered, why not?
She had news from her brother, still living in Bloodstone that her father had died, murdered. She was sad, terribly sad, but she still could not leave the factory to attend his funeral. As she awoke one morning she could smell Lindas cooking, she shared a house with a woman named Linda and her two children Max and Rachael, they both worked in Reavers factory and she made sure no harm came to them and so Linda was greatful and fed her one meal a day in exchange. 'Morning Milly, how are you today?' She smiled as she poured the disgusting looking concoction into the filthy bowls. 'I am quite well thank you' Milly grinned as she combed her long black hair, she was seated at the table and they ate their food down quickly, 'Come on you two!' Milly jumped up hoying her bowl into the sink, 'I don't know how you do it lass! take care of my babies!' Linda called as she bounded out of the door like she was getting paid for it...
When she rounded the corner she saw something frightful, there had been civil unrest for quite some time but she wasn't expecting this. A crowd of workers had gathered outside the factory while a man, elevated on a makeshift podium proceeded to complain and shout about how ill Reaver was treating everyone, 'Go inside' She spoke tenderly to Max and Rachael, they nodded and hurried in. She muscled her way through the crowd, 'John please come down!' She called to him, 'Why? just because you are an insane whore when it comes to Reaver, well we arn't standing for it!' He growled at her angrilly, she pushed her way onto the podium, enraged by his comments made against her. 'Why are you being so stupid? Reaver pays you is that not enough? Quite your job then and she how well you fare' she held her ground against the man, 'But don't you see? We have to make a stand!' He argued back.
'But why make a stand when sitting down is so much easier?' The unmistakeable voice and unmistakable sound of gunfire cut the air, she felt the bullet whizz passed her body and watched as it embedded itself into the mans leg, he howled and collapsed onto the floor, she watched the blood splatter all over her uniform that she tried so hard to keep clean and presentable, Reaver continued to speak and shoot the man, dispersing more and more ichor onto the young woman frozen to the spot. 'Im a generous man I'll likely start handing out prizes right away!' he called before swanning off back inside, Milly felt a hand in hers and turned to see a young woman who also worked along side her, 'Milly please come inside and get to work, do you want to be shot too?' She begged her.
In her shock she could do nothing but stare, she heard the words but no words of her own would come to her, then her attention was drawn to the man himself, Reaver approached them. 'I thought I said get back to work?' he barked, Sharon pulled Milly off the stand and began leading her towards the factory entrance, 'Not you' Reaver held out his hand and grasped the girls arm tightly, she looked into his eyes questioningly, Sharon abandonned them to go to work. 'I think its time we put the team spirit award into action right away, shall we?' He notioned to his carriage. She was led and seated in there without even realising it, everything seemed to be blurring into one. 'Whats your name girl?' 'Millicent, but everyone just calls me Milly' She answered him, he studied her, pale skin, thin but curvy still, beautifully kept raven hair and eyes, her eyes, yellow as two gold coins. Could she really work for him? most of the women he saw in his factories looked starved, filthy and ugly.
'Forgive me for asking, but, where are we going? She asked politely, 'To my mansion my little lucky treat, you are to work for me now' 'I have always worked for you master' She replied, creasing her perfect brown in an adorable quizical look. 'Yes but now, you get to work for me personally and cater for my every whim' He flashed her a wolfish grin. She herself suddenly felt a multitude of emotions, she was finally in the presence of the man she felt the need to serve, to protect, 'It would be an honour' She finally replied, 'I must say, I am shocked at your demeanour, most would be writhing to get away, but you, so submissve and greatful, It's quite refreshing' 'Thank you, Master, I have worked for you since I was a child, I appear to be moving up the ranks' She smiled at him, her eyes catching the morning light.
'Your accent is familiar, where are you from?' 'Bloodstone' 'Ahhh a fellow Bloodstonian how refreshing indeed! you must write to your family and tell them the good news of your latest employment!' Reaver tapped his cane, 'I don't think that will be nesacary' 'Why not?' 'I have not spoken to my family since I left to come and work for you, 11 years ago' She explained to him, he looked more and more curious, 'You left your family, on your own, just to work in my factory? Oh dear I seem to have stumbled upon another Benjamina...' Reaver groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'I wouldn't worry master, If I was you would have surely heared of me before now' She replied to him, her beautiful face creasing into that gorgeous smile. 'I suppose...My butler Barry will see that you are cleaned up and presentable for me, then you shall get to work right away' 'Yes master' She bowed her head.
She was astounded by the beauty of his home, she personally loved the colour red and was glad to see it on every possible material. 'Ahh Miss Millicent, would you please step this way' Barry motioned for her to enter a room just off from the kitchens, eyeing her up greedily as he did, it led to many other rooms which were the servents quarters were. He walked ahead of her and opened another door where a small man with a large pink wig sat at a sewing machine, 'Ahhhh hello Barry, and who is this little morcel?' He asked, 'She is Reavers new pet, Milly' Barry slung his arm around her, she just smiled and let him, 'Here for another uniform?' The tailor asked, 'Yes yes if you wouldn't mind' 'Please, Madame, remove your clothes' He looked at her dress which was covered in blood and rubbed his fingers slightly as if the blood was on his own hands.
Milly blushed a deep shade of red, 'What?' she stuttered, 'I will need to take your measurments and fit the garment to you, don't mind Barry and I...' The tailor, although obviously homosexual was loving the squirming girl before him. She looked over to Barry who was sat back on a chair, his arms crossed and a smirk upon his face, with shaking hands she slipped the shift dress off her and let it fall to the floor, revealing her thin but delicious frame, she had short bloomers and banages covering her womanly parts but the blush still never left her face. Pierre, the tailor began measuring her, 'You need to eat more, Milly' He nipped her side and she squeaked in pain and jolted away from him, 'Easier said than done, living in industrial' She mumbled.
Suddenly the door burst open, Milly's blush deepened as Reaver strode into the room, 'Barry, get up' He snapped, he looked over Milly, eyes raping her body. Barry scurried up from his chair, Reaver's glare never leaving his face, 'Hurry up, Pierre' He snapped, as Barry left out of the door Reavers cane collided with with the back of his head, poor Barry yelped in pain and the door was slammed making Millicent jump. Pierre said nothing after that, and my new uniform was fitted quickly. Milly looked at herself in the mirror, she now had a corset on and proper bloomers, a white capped sleeved shirt with a cravat and a black pinifor that barely covered her behind, it had a white frilly petticoat poofing it out and the large double 'R's' that made up the Reaver Industries logo. 'Put these on' Pierre instructed her, a pair of shiny black heels in her size.
'Reaver will be pleased' He smiled, 'Thank you' Milly bowed her head and made her way out of the room, Reaver said to find him but where is that exactlly? She assumed he would be upstairs and so that was the direction she headed. Milly thought she might see some staff about and ask but she saw no one, from one of the halls she heared another painful yowl, Barry. Millicent's heels clipped the marbel floor and the door she was making her way to was nearly wrenched off its hinges, she saw what was coming and ducked instinctivly, a bullet barely missed her and pinged off the wall behind her, she stared into Reavers eyes and down the barrel of his beloved pistol. Reaver was impressed, no one dodged his bullets, but he didn't feel like dispatching his lovely new pet. 'Ahhhh my dear Millicent, come in come in' he ushered to her.
She stood up warily and walked towards him, Barry was nearly crying as he left the room clutching his bottom, 'You look lovely' 'Thank you master' 'Do you like it?' 'If it please you master' She bowed her head slightly, Reaver walked towards her, this woman, this girl was something he had never met before. He had never met a woman like her, so defiant and yet so submissive at the same time. He put his gun underneath her chin and forced her to look up at him, 'You will start your duties immediately, clean my house I want to see my face in every surface' 'Yes master' Milly unhinged her chin from his firearm, giving Reaver a splendid display of her slender white neck, and went in search for some cleaning products.
'Are you alright, Barry?' She asked tenderly as she found him stood with his head up agaisnt the wall, 'Im fine Milly thank you, Reaver he, isn't usually like that, he, he said he doesn't want any man to look at you' Milly was shocked, Reaver had really said that? 'Erm, could you tell me where the cleaning stuff is?' She asked him, clapsing her hands infront of her body and swaying slightly, adorable. 'Ofcourse' He led her to a hidden cupboard where he helped her retrieve a bucket and fill it with soapy water, she started on the windows and then dusted all the book selves, Reaver left his study and work every now and then to spy on her and see how she was doing.
When Millicent was nearly comepltely flogged she had to start on the floor, the sun was setting and she wanted nothing more than a hot bath and bed. As she knelt on the floor scrubbing meticulously she heard that cane, the clipping of his fine shoes, she looked up when the feet stopped infront of her, 'You have done enough for today, Millicent' Reavers voice was firm, how he loved staring at her exposed, bloomer covered bottom as she scrubbed the floor, he never wanted her to stop but she looked frail and ready to drop. 'I'm nearly finished-' She scrubbed harder, 'I said, stop' he comannded again, without another word she threw the scrubber into the bucket and stood up, she was a whole head shorter than Reaver, 'Is there anything else I can do for you master?' She asked, eyes blazing with innocence. 'No ma cherie, be awake early I want breakfast in bed tomorrow' He turned on his heel and sauntered up the stairs.
Finally, she bathed and got into a luxurious bed, well, luxury comapred to the horrid flea ridden planks she was used to from the slums of Industrial. She however did not sleep well, she had nightmares, terrible nightmares, so scary she found herself bolt up right awake at 6am, in cold sweats and tears. She rubbed her eyes but the fire that danced before them would not go, in much distress she ran to the small mirror hanging on the wall and looked at her face, for a moment her own eyes scared her, she thought the fire was real. After calming down she decided to get ready and head to the kitchen, Reaver said he wanted his breakfast in bed and one could only assume a man as busy as he would want to awake early.
She found a chef, working away over the stove, 'Good morning' She called, 'Mornin lass' she replied, the woman was positivly grotesque, she was fat and wore rags, 'Reaver will be getting up soon, you'll want to bring him this, he likes his tea with two sugars and a dash of milk, good luck' The chef handed her the tray, good luck? Milly shook her head confused as she made her way to Reavers bedroom, the phrase suddenly making much more sense as it dawned on her, she opened the door and again ducked as a bullet skimmed her pretty little face. 'My my, you are a comodity' Reaver chuckled, and stretched in his bed, 'Good morning' She greeted him but a smile did not grace her features like Reaver had expected it too, he watched as she placed the tray down on the side and with shaking hands made his morning tea.
'Is something the matter, Milly mon cher?' He asked, wether out of curiosity or actual care he did not know. 'Oh it is nothing to trouble yourself with, Master' She dismissed his question with a weak smile and opened the heavy, red velvet curtains covering both of his windows before handing him the tray of breakfast. He noticed her trembling again and grabbed her wrist, she gasped asif he had struck her, before her eyes she saw the horrid scenes that played out in her dream, almost like the life was being sapped out of her, she slid slowly to the floor, Reavers hand gripping her dainty wrist, 'Millicent' He said her name firmly, to try and drag her from whatever trance she was in but she whimpered and clamped her eyes shut further. Not being able to take the terrible feeling of pure angst, regret and fear she wrenched her arm out of his grasp and stumbled back on the floor her back resting on the wall underneath the window and her legs splayed out infront of her like a ragdoll propped up against a pillow.
Milly took deep gulps of air and sweat dripped down her forehead, what were these visions she was having? At first she thought it just to be a bad dream but to see the burning village again whilst awake, confirmed that it wasn't just a nightmare. Reaver had discarded his meal and scooped the girl up in his arms and lay her on his bed, if only she was naked and in a better frame of mind...'As your master, I order you to tell me what is going on' he commanded, she shook her head, 'You'll think me mad' she argued, Reaver grabbed his gun and held it to her neck like he had yesterday, once again she seemed unphased, 'Tell me, or loose your head' He cocked his gun, ready to blow her away, 'I had a nightmare!' she squealed trying to struggle away from him, 'A nightmare?' 'Well, I dreamt of it last night, but what just happened, it can't have been just a dream can it?' she frowned thinking over her situation again. 'What did you dream off?' Milly looked at him with wide golden eyes, fearful to tell him. 'Speak, girl!' He shouted, 'There was a village! and it was on fire, and there were people in it, screaming to get out but none of them seemed to be running -' 'Impossible' Reaver hissed and stood up, he ran his hands through his hair.
'What do you mean?' Milly asked breathlessly, 'What you saw, is impossible' Reaver answered her through gritted teeth, he strode towards her and grabbed her neck, her hands flying up to his immediately, fear glistening in her firey orbs. Reaver saw it then, in her eyes, he saw the fire, he saw the thatched rooves, but how? How could she see Oakvale? 'Take my breakfast back to the kitchen and tell the cook I want my dinner by 1pm on the dot, and tell Barry to come to my quarters' He barked at her, instead of answering with her usually 'Yes master' she simply nodded, eyes swimming with tears but too stubborn to let them fall. The cook wasn't pleased with her request, or that fact his breakfast was untouched, 'You'll have to help me lass' 'Ofcourse, but I must send Barry to Reavers quarters first, do you know where her may be?' She asked, 'He'll be in his room, its opposite yours' She nodded her greasy head in the direction of the servents quarters.
When she got to his room she knocked but there was no answer, she frowned 'Barry I'm coming in' when there was no answer she pushed the door open, Barry was there, but not looking well at all. He was panting on his bed in cold sweats, 'Barry whats wrong?' She asked rushing to his bed side, his skin was white and waxy. 'I, can't move, its like, my arms and legs, are like lead' He rasped, 'Reaver wants you in his quarters what should I do?' She asked worridly, 'He will want to be dressed, you'll have to do it' 'I've never dressed a man before!' She exclaimed, 'Trousers, shirt, waistcoat, shoes, coat, hat' 'I'll come and tend to you after I help cook' She hurried back upstairs to Reavers room, 'Master Reaver, I am sorry for the inconvenience, but Barry is ill, so I will have to dress you' She squared her shoulders and got Reavers clothes from his drawers, Reaver did not speak as she dressed him, just watched her.
She blushed as she removed his night shirt and replaced it with his black shirt, Reaver noticed and couldn't help but smirk at her. 'I think I might like you to dress me more often' 'I'm sure you've never said that to a girl before' Milly remarked smartly, wearing a small smirk of her own. The last thing to do was his coat and hat, she pulled it over his shoulders and dusted them and then placed the hat on his head with a satisfyed smile, Reaver lifted his hand to brush a hair out of her face, Milly flinched away from him, 'You will not fear me' 'I don't I just don't want to see that again' she answered him, 'You don't fear me hmm? We shall see' He chuckled. 'I am sorry master, but cook said she needed my help, good day' Milly bowed her head and then clip-clopped her way back to the kitchen.
'Where have you been girl!' The cook snapped, 'I am sorry, Barry has taken Ill and I had to dress Master Reaver myself' 'I need you to get me 3 carrots, 2 potatoes and a chicken from the garden' 'Right' Milly left the house and entered the shed where a small alotment was with fresh vegtables growing on it. She dug up the carrots and potatoes as instructed, but the chicken? As if on queue she heard the, clucking in their little pen, 'Oh no' Milly's face became grave, she could not kill the poor thing. She looked in the coop briefly for one that was already dead but found none. She abanndoned the chicken and returned to the cook, poultry free. 'Where is the chicken girl?' 'I can not kill it' 'What do you mean? Go and get that chicken!' 'I will not kill it! if you want it dead, go and get it yourself!' She shouted back at her, glearing at the chef. 'I'm telling you right now, you will kill that chicken!' 'And I'm telling you I won't!' 'I'll shall tell master Reaver about this' 'Tell him' Milly shrugged rebelliously.
The cook barged passed her angrilly, while she was gone she heated some milk in a pan for Barry, poor Barry. When she entered his room his condition hadn't changed, 'Barry, I've brought you some warm milk' She sat on his bed and placed the drink on his bedside table, 'I, can't sit up' he said weakly, Milly propped up his pillows and then pulled him up into an upright position, she brought the warm mug to his lips and helped him drink it down. 'What do you think is wrong with you?' she asked, 'I, woke in the night, I heared you screaming, but I couldn't get up' 'Its okay, I think you just have a fever' 'Why were you screaming?' 'I just had a bad dream'. Once Barry had drank all his milk she left for the kitchen again, the chef was sat, plucking the feathers from the dead bird with a horrid look of satisfaction on her marred face. Milly scowled as she washed the mug and put it away roughly.
Suddenly from the kitchens a small silver bell rang on the wall, it was underneath the words 'Study'. She gladly left the kitchens, anything to be away from that dreadful wench. She opened the door to Reavers study, 'Ah Barry, would you be a-' Milly cleared her throat, fearful that if he continued she would hear something that she rather wouldn't. Reaver swivled in his seat, 'Ahh yes, Millicent, how does dear Barry fare?' 'He has a terrible fever, master, but a few days rest will be sufficent for his recovery' 'You seem well versed' 'I had a sickness when I was a child' 'Be a lamb and fetch me a glass of wine from the cellar will you?' 'Is there anything else, master?' 'That will be all, feel free to rid yourself of all those clothes' Reaver smirked as the vermillion hue retured to her face.
She returned quickly, the cellar was a dark place and she didn't like being so far underground. She placed the glass on Reavers table and poured the decanted alcohol in, he drank it asif water. 'Millicent, my work is terribly boring, entertain me' Reaver asked her, interested in seeing what she did, Milly faltered for a moment, her eyes settled on a piano in the corner of the room. 'Do you like music master?' 'I do, if it is played well' Milly seated herself at the grand piano and lifted the lid, 'What tune are you feeling this morning?' 'Something, passionate' Milly began to play a tune, one that she had learned from the tavern in Industrial. Reaver was silent as he listened to her play, he did not expect her to be this good at all, and when he asked for something passionate, he did not expect this passionate.
Reaver couldn't concentrate on his work now, he watched her, lily skin reflecting the light like a mirror, long thin fingers gliding over the keys, her ebony hair swayed about her hips as her head moved slightly, he wanted to touch it. Reaver stood behind the young girl and gently wrapped his fingers around a lock of her hair. Milly jumped, not even hearing him stand up, an aweful noise interupted her beautiful playing and now she was too embarrased to carry on, Millicent turned her head to look up at the tyrant who she was in eternal servitude too. He stared into her eyes, like two gold coins shining at him in his pocket, gold and women, two of the things he loved the most. 'You have distracted me from my work, you naughty girl' 'I am sorry master' Milly bowed her head to look at his feet, she felt her heart pumping against her chest as Reaver pulled her up from the piano stool and kissed her roughly. Milly squealed against his bruising mouth and she wanted to get away from him immediately, she was scared of what he might do if she indulged him.
When Reaver pulled away from her, he saw the same fear swimming in her eyes as when she told him of her dream, his heart wrenched, he wanted to fuck her to terribly, to rip the clothes of her and take her right now, but another part of him wanted her to rip his clothes off, he wanted her to be willing. 'Go and tend to Barry' Millicent left the room, before she attempted the stairs her fingers ghosted over her lips, they tingled and she hungered, smiling lightly and collecting herself she entered the library for something to entertain Barry with, all the novels were erotic or instruction manuals for sexual positions, sighing she chose one that was only light. As she entered the kitchen, death chef was still in there, scowling she swiped some chicken broth and headed over to Barry's room.
He seemed a much better colour, 'I've brought you some broth, if you'll eat it' 'Milly you're an angel' 'And a dirty book, if you want me to read it to you?' Barry's eyebrows raised, 'You're an amazing angel!' 'Will you be able to eat yourself?' 'I think so' She handed barry the hot meal and sat crossed legged on the end of his bed, making sure she didn't show of her bloomers. Milly began to read to him, once his eyes darkened and he began to squirm in the sheets, she left him and the book to himself. 'Go and set the table' Death chef instructed her, she took the polished silver and his plates to the dining room and set his table, just as she was lighting the candles she heared his cane and that smile crept up to her face again...