Embrace Of The Lucifer

August.

“August wake up,” she felt someone shaking her. August slowly opened her eyes and saw Martha standing in front of her, beside the bed. Martha had let her take rest for the rest of the day. 

“It’s time for work dear. You have to wake up,” she said. August nodded her head and got up from bed. It was much more comfortable than her old bed. She went to the bathroom and washed her face.

“Get ready and wear this,” Martha handed her an outfit. She stared at the dress in confusion.

“What’s this Martha?” She asked.

She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face August.

“Oh, it’s a maid’s outfit. All maids wear this during their work,” she smiled and left the room. 

August breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced herself to wear it. It was eye-opening. It came up to her knees. It also revealed a significant portion of her neck side. It was a V-neck dress with a tight waistband that spilled down to her thighs. She attempted to conceal her cleavage. But it didn’t help much, so she kept her hair open, hoping no one would notice. She was accustomed to working freely with her hair open. August immediately combed her hair and put on the shoes and socks Martha had given her. She’d never worn heels before. She had difficulty balancing herself with them at first, but she gradually learned how to walk with them. But she prayed she wouldn’t trip and break her ankles. She looked at the time and realized she was running late.

August dashed downstairs in a hurry. She had to take her time walking up the stairs since the floor was slick and she was wearing heels. It was slippery not because someone had thrown soap water on it, but because of the substance it was made of, which appeared to her to be marble.

August raced downstairs, gracelessly, towards the kitchen; it was difficult for her to find the kitchen since the home was large, with several sections and rooms. It took her about five minutes to locate the kitchen. She noticed Martha standing there with a group of females surrounding her, dressed in the same attire as her.

'They must be the other maids.'

“Oh, August dear. Here you are!” She asked.

“Okay now get back to your work girls,” Martha said to the other girls. They all nodded their head and went off.

“What do I have to do, Martha?” August asked not knowing about her task.

“Oh yes, as it is your first day at work you will be introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Knight first and then I will give you your work,” she beamed.

“Okay,” August muttered nervously. She predicted she had to be careful around them.

“It’s time for the Knights to come home from work. You better be ready because they don’t like people who are late, especially, Mister Knight doesn’t like maids who look messy and fragile. So, you have to be careful to not do anything stupid in front of any of them but especially him,” she warned. August nodded her head. She was feeling anxious. She was going to meet her owners for the first time in less than twenty-four hours.

Later, Martha informed her about Mr. and Mrs. Knight, claiming that Mister Knight was a violent and enraged man. She sighed heavily and sat in the chair next to the kitchen counter.

“Who else is in Knights family?” She asked quietly. Martha stopped what she was doing and turned around to answer. 

“Well, the heirs of this house, they don’t live here. They all like to live on their own but they occasionally come here.”

“Oh,” August rose from the chair and took a glance around the home. She could see the dining room within the gorgeous home, and the mansion appeared much more beautiful than it had previously, even under the dim yellow lights. The house was really stunning. 

“Can you tell me about them?” She asked again.

just say that she is a spoiled rich brat who

Always out with his friends. He

children of Mr. and Mrs. Knight?” August inquired. Martha shook her head. “No dear, they are the youngest one. They

they?” August

second and was ready to respond when she was interrupted. She bolted

look at the sofas, which were also extremely modern, and she could tell they were one of the most recent designs on the market just by looking at them. She may not have purchased anything expensive, but she did have

floating through them. He had a strong jawline. She was captivated by his

god, this place is

Whoever was standing outside was irritated. She eventually made it to the door and attempted to open

on earth is

it did nothing but hurt her hand. She felt her finger contact something and the door opened automatically. She exhaled a

Outside, a deep voice screamed. The voice shocked her and nearly caused her to fall.

you? Why were you not opening the door?” The same voice shouted again, and she entered the home, where she

once more. August felt like he was going to shoot her between the eyes. She continued to gaze down and said nothing. Her eyes were crying up and she didn’t know

at me,” he whispered dangerously. She whimpered hearing

to elevate it so she could face him. August shifted her gaze to meet his. The man had icy grey eyes that nevertheless shone in the little light. For a brief while, she noticed his grey eyes melting. He was looking at her with

say. Instead of letting her go, his grasp tightened, and

couldn’t move a single muscle. She gasped and took her gaze away from him, focusing on the dark navy-blue jacket he was wearing. He was clenching his teeth, and she could hear it. He was going to say something when he was interrupted by a

my goodness, what have I gotten myself into.' His grasp lessened, and he eventually released her chin a

sorry f-for this master. Sh-she is the new girl here she didn’t know anything. I-I’m so

her to obey my

everything,” Martha said softly. The man walked away without saying anything. When she was certain he was gone, silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t decide which terrified her more: the prospect of losing her

cry everything is okay now,” Martha said hugging

happened my child? Did he say something

a-asked me t-to look i-into his ey-eyes,”

must listen when he tells you to do something, okay?”

the kitchen. They came to a halt as they

make for dinner, Martha?” She asked quietly. She didn’t

you the list. I assume you know how to cook?” She inquired. August mentioned that she could cook. She wasn’t a terrific chef, but Miss Garcia’s culinary classes helped. Despite her youth, she was capable of preparing a

took a look at the food list Martha

‘Chicken Piccata’

‘Chicken Zucchini Pasta’

‘Mushroom soup’

soup, but she had no idea what zucchini pasta

Martha handed her the plates and told her to set them on the table. August was too scared to walk outside and confront him. But she didn’t have much of a choice. She worked as a

the meal on the table. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, which made her feel uneasy. That man was accompanied by others. A brunette female and a guy with black hair. They were

go after successfully placing the

heard the similar