That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.
It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.
Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…
“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.
“You do my lady?”, I nod.
“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”
“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”
“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”
“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.
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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.
516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.
“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.
“Damn it…”
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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.
“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”
“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”
Huh?
Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?
“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”
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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.
“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.
“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”
“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“
“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”
I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…
It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.
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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.
You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.
It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.
I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.
“Dana…?”
“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!
…What are you looking at?
My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.
“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”
My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.
“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”
You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.
“!!”
In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.
“D-Don’t look!”
If you do they’ll take you away from me.
“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.
I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.
“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”
Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.
Yes, what I wanted…
What I wanted?
Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.
“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.
“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.
“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”
My hand presses down harder.
“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.
“You don’t know anything…”
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“Dana”
A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.
I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.
She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.
“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”
Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.
The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.
It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.
Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.
A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.
It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.
But then I met you.
The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.
I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.
So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.
I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.
I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-
“UGH!”
I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.
“I-I’m sorry-“
“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”
You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.
“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”
My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.
“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”
A tear threatens to fall from my eye.
“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”
“Dana I’m sorry-“
“I said I don’t want to hear it!”
I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.
Then an idea comes to my mind.
“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”
I grab your face before you can answer.
“!?”
I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.
“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.
I lean in closer and look into your eyes.
“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”
