I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
‘He slept with her?’
The gossip was intriguing. Instead of barging in, Arietta placed her hand on the doorknob and pressed her ear against the door. Instantly, the room erupted in a flurry of excited whispers. All three roommates must have rushed to the storyteller’s bed, judging by the chorus of squeaking springs.
“This crazy b*tch… how did you do it? Tell us!”
“Is that why you came in so late last night?”
Envy laced the excited voices of the other maids. “Quiet, you two! Gwen, tell us everything.”
With the mere declaration of having slept with Isaac, Gwen had become the undisputed queen of their little circle. All eyes were undoubtedly on her. Gwen paused, drawing out the suspense.
A true queen knew how to command attention. Her impatient audience sighed dramatically, and then, Gwen’s high-pitched laughter filled the room, almost shockingly frivolous. “I was just walking down the hall to get a box of purifier.” She began, her voice dreamy. “Okay, fine, I admit it. I wanted to catch a glimpse of the Big Cat, so I purposely walked past his office on the main corridor.”
An audacious move. It was a strict rule of the Glass Dome mansion that servants were to use the servant’s passage only. As expected, gasps of surprise followed.
“Are you crazy?”
“What if you’d been caught?”
“I was going to pretend I got lost. I’m new here, after all.” Gwen responded nonchalantly to their worried cries, leaving her colleagues speechless.
“You’re insane… tell us more!”
“It seems the Big Cat was alone in his office at the time.” Gwen’s voice quickened, her words tumbling out with increasing fervor.
“Suddenly, the door swung open. And he looked right at me.”
The other maids fell silent, captivated. “I was stunned. And then, terrified. His gaze was so… intense. I was about to kneel and beg for forgiveness, but then the Big Cat… he…” A faint thud vibrated through the door. “He pushed me against the wall and kissed me.”
Oblivious to Arietta listening just outside, Gwen continued, her voice giddy with excitement. “It was the most intense kiss. Our saliva mingled and dripped down my uniform… I tried to meet his eyes, but mine were rolling back… and he just stared right through me.”
Her description was so vivid, it painted a picture. “The sensation was so overwhelming, I wanted to run. But… he pressed himself against me, trapping me. And then I felt it against my stomach. Huge and hard.”
“I’m so jealous…”
“Do you know what he said to me?”
“What?”
“He said he could smell my aro*sal from inside… that he couldn’t resist.”
Arietta’s eyes blinked rapidly. The other maids shrieked, playfully hitting their mattresses and pillows.
“Really?”
“Yes! His senses are as sharp as a wild animal’s, you know.”
Gwen’s story built to a crescendo. “He just lifted my skirt and ripped my panties off. And right there in the hallway…”
Once against the wall, her bre*sts crushed against the cold surface, and then twice more on his desk after he dragged her into his office. Even then, Isaac, unable to contain his overflowing desire, pulled Gwen into his bedroom.
‘Say my name.’
‘Ah… Isaac, Isaac…!’
The desperate cry of her name was like an aphrodisiac. He grew even harder, filling her completely, his movements becoming more frenzied. Their lovemaking continued until Gwen’s thighs and the bedsheets were soaked, until the sky outside began to lighten, until Gwen’s voice was hoarse, until she could only whimper apologies.
Even as Gwen insisted she had to leave, Isaac, captivated by her, kissed her repeatedly, reluctant to let her go. Finally, as he released her, he asked for her name, as if committing it to memory.
“He might call for me again.” Gwen finished her story shyly. Her final words unleashed another wave of excited chatter.
“I wish I could sleep with him just once”
“Can you introduce us?”
“You’re going to become his mistress at this rate…”
Within three minutes, the conversation had devolved into a chaotic mess.
“You’re still going to be our friend, right?”
“Honestly, with a little grooming, you’d be prettier than her.” It was common practice for the servants in the Glass Dome mansion’s annex to badmouth ‘her’ amongst themselves.
‘Her,’ of course, being Arietta.
“Yeah, ‘the most beautiful woman in Downstream?’ B******t. Anyone would look beautiful slathered in that much oil and cream.”
“Wait, so you beat her even without all the fancy treatments?” The endless chatter, the relentless gossip about Arietta… Arietta wasn’t interested.
She’d heard it all before. She threw open the door. “Who…!” The low-ceilinged attic was a sorry sight. Mold bloomed on the walls, and several floorboards were missing.
A few syringes and empty pill packets lay scattered on the floor. Drugs were forbidden within the Glass Dome mansion, but clearly, the rules were being broken. Arietta’s gaze shifted towards the source of the noise. Four women huddled together on a shabby mattress perched on a rickety frame.
