Chapter 8 Work As A Maid

• Emily's POV
• Suddenly the door sprang open, showing a figure standing in the doorway. I tried to sit up in bed that minute, but I had already moved the covers away from my body, so my eyelids fluttered.
• As I did so, I felt a breeze brush against my body. It was considerably closer, and as I followed the person's stare, I became aware of how naked I was. Why is that?
• I looked back to my past self, remembering that Magnus had given me a good fuck before abandoning me in this state.
• Then, who had placed a duvet over my body? Definitely not him. He's not really that kind. He's actually far from nice.
• "I said it," the girl said as she walked in and slammed the door. Now that I was picturing her face more clearly, I knew it was Ava.
• She crept closer, and I let out a soft groan and pulled the covers over my body once more.
• "What did you say? Good morning anyway." After speaking, I rested my head on the cushion.
• "Well, I'm not sure it's a good morning for you," she remarked as I shot my head back up to meet her gaze.
• "You were unable to close the door after you invited a man to your room to fuck you well. Were you given any drugs? I am not sure. You went after what you knew you wanted." She spoke, keeping her expression impassive and spacing out.
• "Ava, what issue are you asking about? Even at this early hour of the morning, why are you wrongly accusing me?" I shot back, hurt by the unjustified allegation.
• "Now you have guts to talk back at me, right?" Now that she was in front of me, she was speaking with her hands crossed over her chest.
• "No, not at all. However..." I sat up in bed, unable to speak as I stammered.
• "No worries, Magnus knows what to do. He'll find out about this in less than an hour," she threatened.
• "Ava, I-I, uh..." Unable to tell her that the same Magnus was who carried out the assault, I stammered. I swallowed and used my gaze to persuade her not to take any action.
• I wanted to get up and hold her hands, kiss her forehead and palms, beg her to shut up about this, but I was nothing near her class. I thought about her likely response.
• I hiccuped and muttered, "I-I don't know the assumption anyone has given you about me but—I swear—I'll never do that. I am... not guilty."
• "Not guilty? You should never say that again. What impression, too? Do you really believe I like you at all?" She questioned, her voice going up a little.
• She dragged me to the the father the last time we saw each other. Why was she getting so angry with me now? Someone must have poisoned her thoughts.
• "If you're sure you didn't have sex with anyone, remove that duvet and let me check."
• Suddenly, my expression disappeared as she spoke.
• I gave her a chilly look and shot back, "Why would I do that?"
• "I anticipated your constant denial of everything." She grabbed me forcibly by my hair and stated, "Anyway, I'm not the one to handle your type," but I managed to break free of her hold.
• "Get some clothes on and follow me."
• "Ava, it's early in the morning. Where are we headed?"
• "Right now." She commanded.
• In an attempt to avoid her staring at me and extracting some nebulous evidence to support her claim, I hurried to the restroom to change my clothes.
• She was grinning when I came out. She led me to a different district, patting my back and holding my hands aggressively.
• After we got inside, I didn't see anyone dressed nicely for the next ten minutes. Just Ava and myself. The mistresses had on rags as well.
• We passed various rooms with various kind of odor coming from them. She would laugh when we covered our noses to go past those rooms. I didn't understand why she laughed, but I dare not ask.
• We eventually arrived at a stuffy, foul-smelling room, which I intended to swiftly pass by, but she stopped us there and dragged me inside.
• "Stop it. Stop this, Ava." I said, but she closed the door and hurled me toward a filthy woman who was standing in a corner, frowning fiercely.
• "You have a new mistress there. She will advise you of all the necessary steps. You cannot keep adding to the burden of the pack." Ava remarked, shooting me a final, glaring look before running out and hacking up a lungful to chase those odors away.
• I stayed away from the woman since she was staring at me furiously and I didn't want her to touch me because she looked so messy.
• "Well," she said, "there's one left, but most of the works have been occupied. You would enter, greet your coworkers, and pack the excrement of any animals you come across."
• She slapped me across the chin when I looked around the room in an attempt to figure out who had just spoken. I thought she was not the one speaking because of how manly her voice sounded.
• "Get in now!!!" Angrily, she gave me a command and shoved me into the second room, which was sort of an inner room.
• I was aware that I couldn't retaliate angrily and flee. Nobody was on my side. I was brought here by Ava. Magnus had belittled me, fucked me overnight, and abandoned me there. I could see his father had little control over him, so who was I to disobey this disgusting woman's orders?
• The girls I saw there were about my age, and they had hateful looks in their eyes as soon as I finally got there.
• "Who dressed this foolish girl so nicely? Better take it off and come hang with us." As poop sprayed in her friend's face, she said.
• Along with her friends, she giggled at the affected one.
• The person who had excrement all over her face ran to the other corner, grabbed some water, and gave herself a facial wash. There was an awful scent to the water alone.
• I wanted to find a nice packer to pack the excrement before my mistress would come back.
• In a flash, she entered here, anger written all over her face; she tore my dress and gave me another one that looked exactly like these girls'. Although it appeared to be brand-new, the maids' uniform's color was too dull.
• I begged them not to splash the excrement on my face as I knelt down to assist them in packing it.
• A quiet knock on the door was heard a few hours after I had been smelling the horrible shit, and working with the girls who detest me so much. The elder girl went on to open it.
• She heard the person at the doorway speak softly to her before turning around and yelling, "Who the fuck is Emily here?"
• I met her eyes with mine and threw up my hands to get to the door. After she walked away from behind the door, I hurried over to see Austin grinning at me.
• He was going to give me a hug, but I told him about the poop, so he shook his head, shrugged, and led me out of the room.
• "Emily, you look so beautiful, I can never deny that." Grinning, he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.
• I pushed a smile to my chin and gave him a big thank you.
• "How did you find me?" Even if my scent isn't very strong, I requested. After being marked, not even my mate—who might be a powerful wolf—can smell my scent.
• "Why don't we set that aside right now? He remarked, keeping eye contact as we stood across the hallway, "You see, the first day I set eyes on you, my heart melted away and my love for you began to grow."
• "I wonder if my mistress is aware of this. I mean, you're coming in to speak with me?" I inquired.
• "Oh, no but be calm...no worries, I'll speak with her."
• I breathed a sigh of relief as he said.
• "Well, that's fine. I appreciate you taking the time to compose for me these kind words. It means a lot to me, I swear, but I'm not sure how much I can appreciate." Tears were stinging the corners of my eyes as I uttered this.
• With a smile pulling at his chin, he reached out to embrace me, without caring that there was a little dirt on my hands.
• My eyes locked in and fell on another pair of distant eyes as I crept closer to accept the warm hug.
• I was trying to give Austin a hug when I noticed Magnus peering at me from a corner.