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.

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

The evening sun cast long shadows through the windows of Brodrick's manor as Lyla and her students returned to the kitchen. The air was thick with an unspoken understanding; Lyla alone would prepare Brodrick's dinner, and none of her students dared to interfere. They observed in silence, their servitude deepening with each passing moment.

Lyla set about replicating the previous meal, her movements precise and her dedication unwavering. She knew that this was her duty, her place in this world, and she performed it with a sense of unwavering commitment.

Once Brodrick had enjoyed his dinner, Lyla instructed her students, reiterating the lessons of the day. Their evening meal was a repeat of lunch, a stark reminder that their existence now revolved around servitude.

As the meal came to an end, Lyla led her class to the washroom, where they were instructed to bathe and prepare for rest. "Tomorrow will be a busy day," she reminded them. "You need to look presentable."

In the washroom, they cleaned themselves, the warm water providing a fleeting moment of respite from the day's harsh lessons. Once they were done, Lyla directed them to a bunkroom that would serve as their quarters. The room was stark, the bunks simple, but they were a far cry from the lavish chambers enjoyed by their master.

Lyla's voice was stern as she addressed her students, her commands clear. "Bathe and rest," she instructed. "Tomorrow, you will rise early and prepare for another day of instruction."

As her students began to settle into their bunks, Lyla left the room and made her way to Brodrick's study. Their conversation was a reflection of the day's progress, a check-in on the students' performance, and an update on the tasks that lay ahead.

Later into the night, as the manor grew quiet, Tule and her peers lay in their bunks. Some were already asleep, the weight of their new life pressing down on them, while others struggled to find rest. The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sound the soft breathing of those who sought escape in slumber.

It was in the stillness of the night that Tule heard the sounds from Brodrick's quarters. The elated moans and coos of Lyla, the passionate cries of her master, filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped the bunkroom, a reminder of the stark divide between their roles in this world.

Tule's heart ached as she lay in her bunk, the reality of her situation weighing heavy upon her. She closed her eyes, trying to escape the sounds that surrounded her, but they persisted, a cruel reminder of the life she had been thrust into. And so, the night passed, each moment a testament to the stark contrasts that defined their existence.