In the Service of a Madman

by Safetyfar

The story follows Tule, a Kirlia who inherits the responsibility of serving Baron Marcus Van Braun as his sole maid. She grapples with her duties, interpreting signals and hints from her master while cleaning the Baron's grand but dusty manor. Rated M for explicit content, suggestive themes, and mild violence. WIP initial draft, might restructure later once the story is completed.

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Under Lyla's watchful gaze, the newly uniformed Pokémon moved through the grand corridors of Brodrick's expansive manor. Each step was calculated, each movement a testament to their training. Lyla's eyes scanned for even the slightest mistake, her sternness a constant presence.

They were brought into the heart of the house, the kitchen, where Lyla's demeanor shifted once more. She set about preparing lunch for Brodrick, her movements precise and deliberate. In this task, she put her heart and soul, for it was her duty to serve her master with nothing less than perfection.

The air transformed as she worked, the cheery disposition she displayed earlier returning. The love she poured into the meal was palpable, a stark contrast to the cold and unforgiving atmosphere that permeated the rest of the manor.

But this warm façade melted away whenever Lyla directed her attention to her "students." Her voice turned sharp, her commands unwavering. She expected nothing less than absolute obedience, and her students complied, knowing the consequences of defiance.

With the meal prepared, Lyla gathered her students and presented the lunch to Brodrick. He rewarded her with a kiss, remarking on the quality of their uniforms. Lyla attended to her master with an air of devotion, each movement calculated and graceful. Her "class" observed, understanding that this too was part of their instruction. They were learning not only the practical tasks, but the subtleties of servitude that extended beyond the physical realm.

After the meal, they were brought back to the kitchen to prepare their own lunch. Lyla's scrutiny intensified as they worked, her corrections swift and unforgiving. She berated them with comments like, "Do you think MY master would eat this SLOP?!" The pressure to meet her high standards was relentless.

Once their dishes were prepared, Lyla sampled each one, allowing them to eat only if their efforts met her exacting expectations. It was a harsh lesson in the standards that were expected of them, a reminder that mediocrity would not be tolerated in this new life.

Their lunch was a meager affair, a stark contrast to the lavish meal that Brodrick had enjoyed. They ate in silence, the weight of their situation pressing down on them. They knew that every action, every task, was a reflection of their obedience and worth.

Afterward, they returned to their cleaning duties, tending to Brodrick's vast manor. Every room, every surface, was meticulously cared for. Lyla's watchful eye never wavered, her corrections swift and unforgiving.

As the day stretched on, Tule and her fellow students moved through the manor with a sense of purpose. They were no longer individuals, but a collective unit, bound by their shared fate and their shared servitude. The lessons of this new life were harsh, the expectations high, but they knew that their survival depended on their ability to adapt.

And so, they moved through the grandeur of Brodrick's manor, their steps echoing in the cavernous halls, their hearts heavy with the weight of their newfound existence. The day pressed on, a relentless march forward into an uncertain future.