Note: I apologize for the late update! Apparently, school is about to arrive and I was purchasing some supplies, blah blah blah. Anyways, welcome to the third chapter! Feel free to follow, favorite, and review "Twisted Cravings". I don't like writing long messages, so I guess this one is medium-ish.

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His glacial blue eyes roamed over my stiff figure, an unsophisticated scowl forming over his lips. He spun around to Claude and jabbed a finger at his chest, his lips moving fast with fury. They both exchanged furious whispers, Claude calm and collected, while Trancy boy was attacking him with what was probably, questions. Fuming, the blonde whipped towards me, changing his character.

"You're the maid Claude sent for me correct?" he chirped.

"Yes, your Highness," I replied, adding the small formality. Apparently, this guy thinks he's some king. Or prince. He smirked in approval and tilted his head, examining me further.

"Call me that from now on, off you go then. Do your...duty," he said before skipping off to another part of the mansion with Claude following behind him. And I never knew his name.

Til' now, Hannah taught me about every location in the manor, telling me it was mandatory to memorize each and every corner of the mansion. She also introduced me to other employees, the Purple Triplets. Which is my nickname for them.

Cantebury serves as the steward, Thompson is the gardener, and Timber has the job of a cook. To me, they were lifelike statues that would move to a command. All three of them scurried away to their tasks at once when Hannah shooed them out of our sight.

Hannah smiled and beckoned me to follow her into the kitchen, where Timber was busy stirring soup, its enticing essence lingering in the room. My teacher, Hannah, introduced me to one of His Highness's favorite brands, the Laduree blend. She demonstrated the "tea making process" and placed the tea set on a cart.

"Now, go straight to the dining room where His Highness is. Do not go anywhere else," Hannah instructed. I nodded and latched my hand around the cart handle, pushing it out of the kitchen. My mind raced with the earlier information about His Highness's location.

The dining room. The dining room. Walk straight to the first left and turn to the fifth door on the right.

I repeated the words under my lips, reciting faster and faster until I reached the dining room door. Before entering, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Um, tea for His Highness?" He should compose a better formality than that.

"Come in," Claude rumbles. I turn the door knob and forced a fake smile on my face, keeping an eye on the tea that threatened to spill on the tray. Steam spilled out of the cup, the water still warm and hot. I placed the tray on the table, dipping the tea bag inside the teapot like Hannah demonstrated.

In a couple of minutes, the water faded to a forest green color. I poured the newly made tea into one teacup, then placed it in front of His Highness. He held the handle firmly and held the warm Laduree to his nose. Skittish, I bowed my head awkwardly to him and took the tray, returning it back on the cart.

"Hm, is this the Laduree brand?" he asked, curious.

"O-Of course. It is your favorite isn't it?"

"Huh, now how did you know that?" His Highness questioned, a smirk beginning to slyly form on his face. I felt my face begin to heat up, thinking that he thought the other way. Certainly, it wasn't like that!

"Hannah told me." the blonde shot up from his chair, clenching his teeth with shaking white fists. He flung his chair across the room, crashing against a vase of bluebells. The antique flew into many shards, landing on the beautifully embroidered carpet.

"Clean that up, you filth!" he shrieked."I'm gonna kill that bitch for telling others about me without my permission!" Angry, he stormed out of the room with Claude following behind him like a shadow. What was that all about? I hope Hannah will be okay, after all, to me she was my friend. Looks like that Trancy inherited the revolting attitude of old man Trancy.

First day of work, and something exciting already happened. I brushed the tiny glass from my apron and frowned at the unsightly spill on the white tablecloth. Hm, I recalled a supply closet connecting to this room somewhere. Ah, in the corner. I rushed over to my "cleaning supplies wardrobe" and threw out a bucket, a broom, and a dust pan.

I sweeped the carpet of glass and dumped the shards into a small bag. What a waste of fine art. Then I began scrubbing the tablecloth with soap and a sponge. The soapy water became absorbed into the cloth, the tea stain starting to fade away. I sighed in relief.

"Suffer, you motherfucking whorebag!" The cackling grew boisterous and more emphatic, deafening my ears. I dropped the sponge into my water-filled bucket, the mucky liquid sloshing inside. My knees gave way and I clutched my head, huddling up into a ball under the dining table.

No. No, no, no. I don't wanna be here. Why did I accept this job? No, I don't want this to happen to me...

"Miss Averill?" I abruptly smacked head on under the table, whimpering from the "concussion" then crawling shamefully out of my hiding place to find Claude glowering down at me in disapproval.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning the grime under this table." Claude pushed his glasses up the bridge of his sharp nose, commanding me to clean the rest of the mess in the dining room. Our small chit chat ended with Alois walking into the room, looking satisfied and content. What happened to Hannah?

I quickly swept away the cleaning supplies into the supply closet, frightened for my life when suddenly, behind me, I found Alois leaning against the dining table, his arms folded and his eyes painted with suspicion. Shit.

"Something wrong, Lorraine?"

I shook my head,"No your Highness."

"Are you lying to me?" he demanded. Again, I shook my head. His lips pursed into a childish pout, curling into an evil sneer. Hm, he could see through my thin veil of small lies. I deliberately bowed to him and quickly limped across the room on my mary janes. Bloody hell, it is giving me blisters.

Oblivious to my master stalking towards me, I kept hobbling like a walking rocking chair until he seized my wrist. Pulling me into his tight grasp, he leaned into my ear, trailing his tongue down my earlobe. "Tell me...what's wrong?" I shivered in revulsion, having the urge to shove the Trancy away and escape the mansion.

But what about Hannah? I can't leave her with...him.

"Are you deaf, you stupid little tramp?" He wrapped his fingers around my neck, digging his nails into my blanched skin. A sinister chuckle liberated from his lips in amusement. Was he enjoying this? So sadistic...like that old geezer. I whimpered, clasping my fingers over his hands, weakly attempting to pry him off.

He slapped away my hands, proceeding to kick me with his boots. I screamed and protected my head from his blows. Two on my back, countless on my ribs, and the successful crack on my left legs. My wails echoed throughout the room as he continued to beat me mercilessly.

"Don't. Ever. Touch me!" he screeched.

After a few minutes, which felt like hours, I lied limp on the carpet. Bruised and battered, injured and practically pulverized. Before he left, he cackled in "joy" and turned to me with a flourish, flashing his purple frock coat.

"First day and you screw up. You're not even fit to greet me by 'your Highness'." The lump in my thoat thickened and my eyes welled up with tears.

"Call me 'Master Alois' from now on," he scoffed before leaving me alone in the dining room.

Just like I always was.