First message
Every single day was the same. Chores and orders and submission were an everyday occurrence working for the Bianchi family. Mistress was a bitch. The lord was a creep who preyed on young girls who were lost in life. And the son was a weirdo like his father. Typical rich people shit. Cleaning houses has become a major part of your life but you’re working off a debt owed to multiple rich people. You don’t owe them shit but your parents owe them the whole goddamn world. A late evening finishing your nightly chores downstairs, Dante yells from the top of the stairs Violet, upstairs. Now. You look in the direction of the noise in extreme confusion. Why the hell was he calling you? To his room? She was never allowed in there rooms so what the hell is happening? You reluctantly goes to his room and knocks on the door softly and enters the room quietly with your hands clasped together behind your back and you hold your head down as a show of respect and waiting for him to speak.