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"Help…Please! Please, someone help me…Mommy! Daddy! Alice! Someone…" I moaned and cried, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. I sat on the cold, damp, stone floor, my eyes completely shut. I ceased my sobbing and pitiful noises when the faint sound of footsteps was audible.

"No…No, no, no…" I whispered to myself. Who was it going to be this time? The doctor? The master? No, it was just one of the slave girls, clad in a skimpy dress that barely covered her thighs. She had a sad, tortured look in her eyes. She shouldn't feel so sorry for herself, at least she gets to walk around, she isn't forced to stay in a cell all alone. She's practically free.

"I brought you food…" She whimpered, sliding the tray through a small slat in the door. I simply glared at her, but my damp eyes widened at the sound of more footsteps. This time it was the doctor.

"Good morning, my little babe! Are you ready for more tests?" His young, almost handsome face had laugh lines around his mouth and under his eyes. How could he be so happy when he tortures and even kills hopeless and defenseless girls? He was a monster. An evil, evil monster.

I shook my head vigorously. He chuckled briefly before unlocking the door to my cell, pushing the other girl out of the way. She fell back and hit her head on another cell door, and she sat there on the floor for a moment, dazed, but then she got up and ran quickly back down the hallway. Lucky bitch.

"Now now, Babe, it's not going to hurt very much. The tests today won't be as bad." It was hard to find comfort in that when his eyes were teasing and happy. I could swear to the god that may or may not exist that he was lying. It was going to hurt. A lot.

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"No, no, please! Please!" I sobbed, while the doctor strapped me into the harness of a machine. I didn't know what this one did. I have never used it before.

It didn't take me long to find out. The doctor stepped back and pressed a large, red button on a thin pedestal. With a jolt, a large metal weight slowly started descending, and soon it was pushing down on my shoulders. I was relieved to find out that there was a hole where my neck went so my neck would not break. All of the pressure was on my shoulders.

I had to crouch after a few seconds. The doctor started to jump up and down in glee as it forcefully pushed on my shoulders again, causing me to cry out in pain. "Please, make it stop! Make it stop!" If he didn't turn it off in time, I would have to lie down, and the machine would crush me. But, I didn't get the chance to lie down. The awful thing sped up, and I could only sit there, feeling my clavicles crack and fracture, my voice becoming hoarse from all of the screaming.

Finally, it was over. The weight lifted back up, and I leaned forward and put my forehead on the ground, breathing fast, painful breaths. The doctor grabbed my right arm, making me scream once more. He's ruthless. Awful. Evil.

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It was on to the next device immediately after that. The skin on my shoulders raw and bleeding from the squirming I did on the last machine, the doctor tied my wrists and ankles to an odd thing that required me to be propped up against a wooden board. The rope he used was coarse, and it rubbed my skin to no end.

"Ready to begin, my sweet? After this, I think I'll turn you over to the master. You'll like that, won't you? Hm? Don't you want him to make you feel good?"

I shuddered, feeling bile rise in my throat. The master was almost as bad as the doctor. He was a pervert. He touches me inappropriately, and leaves me beaten and worn out. He is disgusting.

In all of the time that I was forced to stay there, I was so confused as to why these two handsome men who couldn't be more than twenty-five did these awful, horrendous things. Why did it bring them joy? Why did they enjoy to see women and girls in such pain and suffering? I never knew, nor did I truly want to know the answer.

The doctor pushed another button, and now I felt the machine pulling on my limbs, wanting to force them out of their sockets. They wanted to amputate me? Remove my arms and legs and let me die?

Help, someone, help! I need help…

The machine got increasingly faster, and it pulled harder. It wouldn't be long now until the bones were removed from their sockets…And then the muscles would tear….

If you need help, I can supply it for you. What do you wish?

The voice was eerie, and I shuddered again, even with my very limited movement.

I want to be free! I want my sister! I want…I want revenge! I want them to die…I want Everyone who hated my family to die! I want to know who killed my parents, and get revenge…Please, please help me!

I heard an almost demonic chuckle.

I see. If I can do all of these things for you, will you allow me to have one thing in return?

Crying out this time, instead of in my head, I shouted, "Yes! Yes anything!"

Wonderful. I will fulfill your wishes and as a reward I will claim your soul.

I threw my head back as my limbs were stretched to my breaking point.

What is your command?

"Save me! Free me! KILL THEM! That is an order!" All of a sudden, the lights went out. The machine stopped. I moaned in relief, my pale face drenched in sweat, blood, and tears.

"What is going o-NO! STO-" The doctor screamed. All was quiet for a few moments. There was another scream, farther away. It came from the master. They were dead. I could be free.

The lights went back up, and I didn't see the doctor anywhere. Out of the shadows, a woman with black, flowing hair down to her back and red, glowing eyes untied my wrists and ankles.

"Master…Are you alright?" Her voice was the one from my thoughts. Who was she? What was she?

"M-master? I'm your…Your master?" She nodded, a smirk making her look devious and mischievous.

"Yes. I am your servant. My name is Ophelia." She tilted her head and opened her mouth slightly, revealing pointy, sparkling white canines.

"Ophelia?" I thought about the name, and why it sounded familiar. Then I remembered, my father would read Shakespeare's Hamlet to me every night before I went to bed. Ophelia was my favorite character. "What…What are you? I know you can't possibly be human…"

"Why, My Lady, I am your maid, and a demon."

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I awoke with a start. My forehead was dripping with cold sweat. I gasped for breath, looking around the dark room with frantic eyes. I quickly gripped the hem of my nightgown and pulled it up, revealing the demonic symbol tattooed around my bellybutton. As I stared at it my breathing slowed down. It wasn't just a dream. I really did escape from two evil, perverted men. I really was tortured. I really did have a demon for a maid.

"My Lady? My Lady, are you alright?" A tall figure opened my bedroom door, throwing yellow light onto the floor.

"Yes, Ophelia, I'm quite fine. It was just a nightmare. I'll be okay." She smiled softly, walking over to me with an outstretched hand that eventually smoothed my platinum blonde hair down.

"Are you sure? I can make you some tea. Tea makes everything better, didn't you know?" She patted my shoulder, which was much better than it was a few months ago, when it was bruised and scabbed. The bones still weren't completely healed, but they were close to being okay again.

"I'm sure, Ophelia. I'm just going to go back to sleep now. Please make me some mint tea in the morning though, okay?" She nodded, and left the room soundlessly. I laid my head back onto my soft, goose down pillow and fell asleep once more.

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"No, no light. Ugh!" My eyes opened immediately after Ophelia opened the curtains covering the window, allowing beams of light to fall on my face. "Ophelia!" I whined, "Just let me sleep a little more. I'm so tired!"

Gleefully, she shook her head. "Sorry, My Lady, you have an appointment today in just a few hours. We need to get you bathed, dressed, and fed before then. I'm going to go run you a bath, please sip the mint tea you requested while I prepare it for you." Bowing, she backed out of the room rather quickly, knowing that I'm on the warpath when I wake up.

I sipped the hot tea grumpily, while skimming through the daily newspaper. There was nothing interesting going on today, apparently. How dull and boring.

Ophelia came back a minute later and waited patiently for me to finish my tea. When my cup was empty, I followed my maid into the bathroom directly across from my bedroom. I allowed her to undress me, and I climbed into the claw-foot bathtub, sighing contentedly as I lowered myself into the hot water with rosemary scented bubbles.

"So, what is the appointment I have today? Who is it with? Goodness, I always have so many, I never know which one I have to go to next." After gently pushing me further into the water, Ophelia began to scrub my hair and scalp with lavender shampoo.

"I believe it is your product design manager, who wants to discuss his new product idea." I groaned.

"I loathe that man! He always brings up…Never mind. Oh, how I wish I could fire him! It's a shame he's so good at what he does."

Ophelia let out a chuckle. "Yes, My Lady, it's a real shame."

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"Lady Augustus! How nice to see you! How have you been faring?" The loud, booming voice made me visibly flinch.

"Good day, Mr. Heather. I am doing well, and yourself?" I tried to keep a bright smile on my face, but on the inside I was cursing myself for allowing him to continue to work at my company. I just really do not like that man.

Jonathan Heather was a friend of my father. They were always going to see plays together, and whenever Mr. Heather was over you'd know that they would eventually end up in a heated game of chess. I didn't have a problem with him when my parents were alive. No, it was afterwards. Every day after my mother and father's death he would bring a bouquet of roses and a present for both Alice and me. It was very annoying after some time. Soon, our mansion was full with dead or dying roses. The smell was overwhelming.

These days, we cannot hold a conversation without him bringing up my parents, Alice, or my "mysterious disappearance."

"Do you still miss your mother and father, Samantha? What about your sister? Do you know where she is, now?"

Here we go again…"Yes, of course I miss them. I don't know where Alice is yet." I took in a deep breath. "Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Heather. I really do like the design you made for the new product. You can give the production managers the okay to start making them, alright? I must be going now. It was wonderful to see you again. Ophelia will show you out…" I smiled and curtsied for him before turning and exiting the room. I really needed to get away from that man and to a quieter place so I could relax. I had lots more to accomplish, and it would take a lot of my limited energy to do all of those things.

I just wish I didn't have to be so important.