I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Her maid uniform, tailored in the high-society fashion, hung half-dressed on her frame. She’d clearly been caught up in the storytelling, mid-preparation for her duties.
‘One last glimpse of the storyteller’s face,’ Arietta thought, a soft smile gracing her lips as she walked towards the group.
Gwen was easy to spot; she held court in the center. Clasping her pale hands behind her back with the primness of a young girl, Arietta bent at the waist, bringing her face close to Gwen’s, her dimples deepening slightly.
Silver-grey eyes slowly surveyed Gwen: the uneven, frayed edges of her golden hair, the dilated pupils hinting at habitual drug use, the faint scent of tobacco clinging to her.
A classic Downstream baby, almost stereotypically so. Yet, her thick lashes and full lips held a certain allure. Her teeth, visible between parted lips, were surprisingly straight and well-maintained.
Arietta’s gaze drifted downwards, taking in the deep cleavage, the wide hips, and the carelessly exposed, curvaceous thighs.
‘Probably the prettiest of the Glass Dome mansion’s staff,’ she mused.
‘That’s why she can peddle stories of sleeping with Isaac to her friends without being ridiculed. Beauty equals credibility.’
“Pretty,” Arietta complimented sweetly. Gwen’s eyes flickered. Being called “pretty” by someone as breathtakingly beautiful as Arietta felt almost like an insult. Such pronouncements from a superior being could be received that way.
“But not Isaac’s type,” Arietta declared dryly, simply voicing her observation. The seemingly innocuous comment, however, bruised Gwen’s pride. This, combined with the hallucinogens she frequently indulged in, proved explosive.
Her lips twisted, a warmth spreading through her chest, making her head spin. The little pills had well-known side effects: distorted thinking, a loss of fear, and uncontrolled rage. Heat rushed to the back of Gwen’s head.
‘I have to listen to this?’ she fumed inwardly.
She’d never been second best. Men flocked to her. They couldn’t wait to paw at her bre*sts and slide their hands between her thighs. As long as they had something dangling between their legs, Gwen was confident she could seduce any of them.
With her languid eyes, plump lips, and voluptuous figure, Isaac would be no exception. He was a man, after all. So what if she wasn’t his “type”? It was a preposterous accusation.
“Ha! You’re just jealous because I slept with him!” she spat, her voice venomous.
“Gwen!” her companions shrieked in alarm. But Gwen stood her ground, rising from her perch to face Arietta squarely. Arietta looked down at Gwen, who was half a head shorter.
“Isaac’s type? You’re hilarious. What would you know about his preferences, cooped up here?” Gwen’s face flushed crimson.
“Gwen, what’s gotten into you? Stop it!” The pleas from her colleagues only fueled the fire. Gwen spat at Arietta’s feet.
Arietta stared at the warm, viscous liquid.
‘Disgusting,’ she thought, a flicker of revulsion crossing her face.
“You’re nothing but a collectible, but I’m going to be his mistress,” Gwen raged, completely losing control. The other maids, faces pale, exchanged anxious glances.
“Not in some annex, but in the main house, in his bed, every single night. Think I can’t? Think I’m not his type?”
Arietta’s expression remained unchanged, a faint smile still playing on her lips.
“You should have felt how passionately he held me last night! Look!” Gwen ripped open the front of her uniform, revealing swollen n*pples and scattered red marks as if to prove her point.
“Every man wants me! Everyone! You… you frigid…,” Gwen trailed off, caressing her own bre*sts while her eyes raked up and down Arietta’s slender frame. “Not some stiff stick!”
As Gwen continued her tirade, Arietta sighed, her eyes vacant.
‘What a tiresome personality,’ she thought. Burning herself up like a leaky engine. ‘Enough. I shouldn’t bother.’ She had come here with a purpose.
Ignoring Gwen, Arietta walked to the window.
“Avoiding me? Got nothing to say? Admit I won!” Gwen yelled after her, but Arietta had already moved on. Looking down, she assessed the drop. The height was perfect.
“Oh my. Just as I thought…” A bright smile lit up her face.
“Hey!” Just as a furious Gwen lunged for Arietta’s hair, Arietta jumped.
Smooth, black strands slipped through Gwen’s outstretched fingers. Everyone froze, stunned by the sudden, unexpected turn of events. A beat later, a piercing scream ripped through the air.
