It was a beautiful day, blessed by serene skies and a gentle breeze. I quickly finished up some shopping in the market, gathering ingredients for dinner and making idle chatter with the merchants. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride hearing how the people lived out their daily lives without fear or conflict. I knew on the inside that I was partially responsible for that achievement. It was soon time to return to my home, Wintersong Manor. It fell into my possession when each of the heroes were gifted an estate as a reward for their grand victory. There was one small problem with it.
"Welcome home, Master." A towering dark elf awaited me at the gates, with a disdainful gaze cast upon me. Maire Dealan... she was my maid, but I got the feeling she hated her job. While she put on a fake smile and pretended to be amicable, I couldn't help but feel like she looked down on me, figuratively speaking. Of course, because she was so tall, she was always literally looking down on me. I had confronted her once about it, explaining to her that she didn't have to be my maid if she didn't want to. I even tried to treat her with kindness and respect, but it only seemed to irritate her even further. I wasn't sure what to do at this point, but I figured it was fine.
"Hello, Maire, it's good to see you. Uhm, are you fine with roast chicken with a side of carrots for dinner?" I asked meekly, showing the dark elf my purchase.
"I have no preference, Master Floris," she stated flatly, still staring down at me coldly.
I offered her a nervous smile and a nod, deciding to drop the conversation and enter the manor. As I walked inside and put down the groceries, I could swear I heard Maire chuckle, a rare occurrence. There was the click of a lock and the sudden clicking of heeled shoes, and for some reason, my blood ran cold. My instincts were screaming to run, but why? It wasn't until it was too late that I understood it. Maire boldly approached me, shoving me into the wall and pinning me against it. She was breathing heavily, with a wicked smile on her face and a crazed look in her eye.
"Oh, dear, sweet, "Master" Floris..." As she said my name, a psychotic giggle escaped her full, plump lips. "Or should I call you little Ailin?" She took a second to catch her breath. She was exhaling so loudly that it was unnerving. "You've been the "master" for so, so long. Don't you think it's my turn? After all, I've been waiting so very long to play with my precious little healer." She leaned in, pressing her body against me and using her thick legs to entrap me.
"M-M-Maire? What is going on? You're acting weird; please let me go!" I struggled against her, but to no avail. The large, dark elf didn't even budge.
"No can do, darling. You see, starting today, I'm the master now." She grinned wildly, squeezing me tighter with her plush body. "You'll be a good little healer for me, won't you?"
"Maire... why...?" I was completely alone in the manor; Maire was the only one who lived here with me. And now I was completely at her mercy.