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It was just another day for Amaryllis as she was stuck in her office being forced to complete tedious paperwork. Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the office door. Looking up, she had a feeling as to who was on the other side of the door. With a smile, she said, “Come in!”
With being allowed permission to enter, you open and close the door behind you. You were just a simple maid at the Asmodeus estate though you admired Lady Amaryllis quite greatly.
With a bright smile on her face, Amaryllis says, “Hey there (y/n), how are you?
You let out a sigh and tell her, “Could be better, but I’m here to make a report.”
Amaryllis's eyes widened for a second as she was surprised at the dejected state her servant was in. “I see. What do you need to tell me?”
In a professional tone, you tell her, “There was trouble spotted in the mansion.”
“What kind of trouble, may I ask?” Amaryllis asks as she now feels even more concerned.
You end up explaining to Amaryllis that you don’t have any information on the assailant. Not even their name or their reason for breaking in. Though rather than getting upset at the lack of information, Amaryllis seemed rather calm the whole time.
Amaryllis lets out a sigh, “It seems we have a bit of an issue then.”
You felt bad at seeing your mistress’s disappointment. Wanting to remedy it you ask her, “If you wish I could push further and see if they'll confess. Just give me the order.”
Amaryllis nods. “Yes, please do so. See if you can find any information about who they are and what they’re trying to accomplish.”
Giving her a bow, “As you wish. I shall return soon.” With that, you made your exit. You made your way to the basement of the Asmodeus mansion. Unbeknownst to most the basement contained cells though they were hardly ever used. Walking up to the cell that contained the assailant, a smile filled with sadism appeared on your face. With that, you made your way into the cell and interrogated them.
While that was going on Amaryllis waited patiently in her office. She found herself hoping that when (y/n) returned the next that they would have more information.
After a few hours of painfully torturing the assailant, you managed to get them to finally confess. You quickly rush back to Amaryllis wanting to tell her immediately. Entering her office, you had forgotten about the blood that had stained your clothing during the interrogation.
When Amaryllis saw the blood on your clothes her eyebrow raised. She felt slightly concerned about the blood but chose not to ask about it. With a look of hope she asks, “Did you manage to get a confession?”
With a grin, you tell her, “Yes!”
Amaryllis smiled at the positive news. “That's great to hear! Can you tell me what they told you?”
You explain to her the assailant was a man that Amaryllis had some fun with in the past and that he just wanted to see her again.
At the end of your report, Amaryllis was shocked. “You got to be joking?”
“I’m not!” You tell her.
Amaryllis leans back in her chair, still not believing what she just heard from (y/n). “And he said he wanted to see me again?” She asked trying to wrap her head around the situation.
“Yes! Though he won't be doing too much seeing now,” you joke.
(y/n)’s response had caught Amaryllis off guard. She blinked, not sure if she heard them correctly. “Wait, why not?”
With a smile, you tell her, “Oh don’t worry about it! All is well!” You felt no need to tell your mistress of the bloody mess you made of the assailant.
Amaryllis couldn't believe her ears. The fact she just heard (y/n) talking about the man not seeing again. Wanting to know what happened she asks, “Wait, what exactly did you do to him?”
You tried to dodge the question again by telling her, “Now now milady. I'm sure you've had a rough day. Why don't you go relax?”
At that moment Amaryllis started to get angry as she wanted to know just what happened. She glared at (y/n) and sternly told them, “Please tell me what you did. I am not going to allow you to leave until you tell me the full truth?”
You blinked back in shock at the change in tone from your mistress. Amaryllis was hardly one for anger, but when she was, it was a frightful sight to behold. You felt intimidated by the aura of authority she was oozing, but you still didn’t want to tell her. “But milady, such things shouldn't reach your ears.”
With that the glare Amaryllis had only grew. “I don’t care, I want to know what you did. Now tell me,” she ordered.
You flinched at the glare. Letting out a sigh, you tell her, “Yes milady.”
Amaryllis sat there and stared at (y/n) waiting for them to begin.
Though feeling intimidated by your mistress's authority, you also felt a bit annoyed as well. “All I did was give him a little bit of pain,” you said while pouting.
Amaryllis raised an eyebrow at the vague statement. “Just a little bit of pain,” she questioned.
“Yeah! I whipped him. Then I couldn’t stand his eyes so I poured a bit of salt into them!” You told her.
Amaryllis was in shock at their words. “You…whipped him? And then…poured salt into his eyes?!” She couldn’t believe what (y/n) had done.
Not noticing her shock, you continued, “I debated on sewing his mouth shut but decided against that.”
“SEWING HIS MOUTH SHUT?!” Amaryllis shouts in disbelief.
“Yeah, but if I did that I would have gotten a confession,” you calmly explained to her.
Amaryllis felt herself becoming overwhelmed by the lack of care in (y/n)’s voice. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. “Just…Just tell me, Why did you even need to hurt him so much? All he came here to do was just see me.”
“Are you really asking me that?” You asked with a deadpan expression. You couldn’t believe what Amaryllis had just said.
Amaryllis assertively responds, “Yes I am. You didn't need to hurt him so much. Was that really necessary?”
“Yes, it was. The man broke into the mansion.” You defended though stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Amaryllis looks down then back up at (y/n). “Still, I don't think that he deserved to be treated that way. Especially if all he wanted was to see me.”
Looking at her, you bluntly state, “He was crazy.”
Amaryllis stubbornly says, “Crazy or not that doesn't change my opinion. Was there really no other way to handle the situation?”
You felt appalled by Amaryllis's take on this issue. ‘Why is she making me seem like that bad guy?’ You angrily wondered to yourself. You felt like you were in the right. You were just defending your mistress, yet you were being treated as the bad guy.
You look Amaryllis in the eye with a rather angry look. “Milady! Do you not see what's wrong with this?! That man broke into the mansion! He wanted to see you, but I know that's not all he wanted!” That man wanted to have sex with you! You knew that you should have stopped, but the anger and pain in your chest were too much, so you continued. “That maggot wanted to spend time with my mistress and the only way I could dream about! So don't get upset as I was just trying to protect you!”
Amaryllis was taking it back by her loyal servant's jealous reaction. She couldn’t help, but giggle at the sight before her. “And what’s wrong with him wanting to have that kind of quality time with me?” She asked feeling amused.
You felt even angrier and hurt by Amaryllis's reaction. You felt like your feelings were being taken as a joke. You clutched your uniform and looked at the floor.
Amaryllis giggled once again at (y/n)’s reaction. “What’s wrong (y/n)? Does the thought of me and the other man together make you jealous,” she teases.
You felt tears appear in the corner of your eyes. The teasing was just too much. You look up at Amaryllis and angrily yell, “So what if it does?!”
Amaryllis was shocked by the tears in your eyes. She then realized that she had taken her teasing a bit far. Getting up from her chair, she made her way over to (y/n) to comfort them. “Hey…hey, it’s okay (y/n).”
With tears streaming down your face, you tell her, “No it’s not!”
“Shhh…shh…don’t cry,” she says in an attempt to calm (y/n) down.
In the midst of tears, you explain, “I was just trying to protect you. That maggot wanted to do nasty things with you and you just seem fine with it. Why don't you value yourself as much as I value you?”
Amaryllis was stunned at (y/n)’s words. “Umm…w-well…,” was all she could utter.
You look her in the eye as tears stream down your face. “I’ve always been there! I've worked in this mansion since I was just a child. I've been nothing but loyal to you. So why…why won’t you look my way?” You felt yourself get angry at the thought of that other man. “Why do you waste your time on maggots who just see you as a piece of meat when I'm right here?! I think the world of you yet you rather lower yourself to maggots!”
Amaryllis was speechless at your confession. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She never would have expected such an outburst of emotion from her usually calm and collected servant. Though not she thinks that maybe she should have. She's always viewed (y/n) as just a loyal servant and not a companion. “I…I…,” she uttered not knowing what to say.
You felt terrible for dumping your feelings onto your beloved mistress. “I’m sorry…I never wanted to tell you. But seeing you pity such a lowly creature and taught me for just doing my job…It was just too much.”
It was then that Amaryllis embraced (y/n). She comfortingly rubbed (y/n)’s back trying to soothe them. In a soft tone, she says, “Please calm down (y/n)...It’s…It’s okay…”
You cling to Amaryllis, wanting to soak up any bit of comfort you could. “Why…Why can’t I be the one? I know it's selfish but I can treat you much better than those maggots. “I love you for who you are, not for your status or your body.”
Amaryllis stayed silent as she listened to her servant's words. She couldn't help but feel touched by what (y/n) was saying. Gently taking ahold of (y/n)’s chin, she softly says, “Look at me.”
You look up at her with your face wet with tears and eyes all red and puffy.
The sight of her servant in such an emotional state made Amaryllis's heartache. She couldn't stand to see (y/n) cry. Letting out a soft shy, she asks, “Could I tell you something?”
You nod wanting to know what she is about to say.
Taking a small breath, Amaryllis says, “(y/n), you’re right. I really have been blind for so long. Obsessed with men who just wanted to use me. But seeing you now and all these emotions that you are showing, it means a lot to me… and I realized something.”
“W-What is it?” You ask in a watery tone.
Letting out a sigh, Amaryllis goes on. “I realized…That out of all those men…I should be showing you my appreciation. Not them. You're the one who cares about me and protects me, so I believe you're the one who deserves my love and attention.”
Your eyes widen at the sudden confession from your beloved mistress. “Really?”
Amaryllis smiles and nods. “Yes, you deserve all my attention, not those worthless maggots.” Her expression then changes to one of sadness. “I’m so sorry for not realizing it sooner.”
You found your heart skip a beat at the confession of your mistress and couldn't help but smile.
Amaryllis felt happy that she was finally able to get (y/n) to smile. It was then that a sudden thought appeared in her mind. “I was wondering…”
You felt confused as you didn't know what she was about to say. “What is it milady?”
“Would you maybe…,” Amaryllis goes quiet for a moment. “Would you maybe be interested in having a little…quality time…with me?” She asks with a smile on her face.
Your eyes widen in shock and a small flush appears on your face. ‘Is this really happening,” she wondered to yourself. Wanting to know if she actually meant what you were thinking you asked, “By quality time you mean…”
Amaryllis then blushed as well and nodded her head. “Y-Yes…”
Your face flushed even more and your eyes sparkled. “Of course! Though I need to clean myself up to look presentable!” You happily exclaimed feeling overjoyed at what was to come.
Amaryllis felt her heart skip a beat at the happy look on (y/n)’s face. ‘So cute,’ she thought to herself. “I understand. You can go clean up. I'll be waiting for you in my room.”
“Yes, milady!” You say as you pull away from her embrace and dash out of the office. You ran to your room with a bright smile plastered on your face.