Chapter 11

Emma

The day had finally come to a stop, and she was waking up in her bed after a lengthy period of sleep. Emma had been ordered to rest severely by Martha since it was an instruction from their master. She sprang out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and put on her dress and matching heels.

Ugh! These heels bother me to no end!

She exited her bedroom and walked downstairs, entered the kitchen, and noticed a man standing in front of the kitchen counter. She gasped and glanced down, surprised. That piqued his interest.

"Well, hello there," he said in his deep tone. She only looked down. She didn't know else what to do.

"H-hi sir, c-can I help y-you with so-something?" He chuckled and replied.

"You know you can look at me, princess," her jaw almost dropped. What did he just call me? A princess? She did not reply and bit her lip in nervousness. That made him chuckle more.

"I just wanted a glass of water, if you don't mind," Emma nodded and immediately poured some water into a nearby glass and offered it to him. While offering the glass to him, her hand briefly touched his, and she swiftly drew her hand back. Despite the fact that she wasn't looking at him, she could tell he was grinning at her reaction.

"My goodness, is that you Liam?" Emma's eyes were wide in shock. He is Liam King? She gulped in fear. Oh god, what if he complains about me? She looked up at him and finally got a perfect view of the gentleman before her. He was the guy from the party!

"Hello Martha, how are you?" He said cheerfully before pulling her in a hug. Emma recalled the day when Martha told her about Liam King being a decent and respectful man.

"Oh my dear, you don't know how much I've missed you," she said.

"I missed you too," he smiled softly at her. Emma was taken aback by his thoughtful gesture. Except for Mrs. King and later Liam, she hadn't countered a single act of compassion from any of the King's family since she had entered the King's home.

He was undeniably attractive, but it was unusual to see a wealthy individual be kind and friendly. He had dark brown eyes and sun-kissed complexion, and he was as tall as his brother Alexander, with wide muscles.

While Alexander had jet black hair with brown streaks here and there, Liam had light brown hair that glistened in the sunbeams.

"Oh, you must have met her," Martha suddenly said snapping Emma out of her thoughts.

"Yes, I did," he replied smirking making her face go red.

"Emma, meet Liam. The second child of the king's family," Emma forced out a smile. Because of her nervousness, she had embarrassed herself at the party and just a moment ago.

"H-hello, sir." she greeted quietly.

"Hello Emma, you have a pretty name," he said and winked. She gulped nervously. He assuredly was a very handsome man but she wasn't used to guys winking or flirting with her.

"Oh Liam, don't flirt with her, she is younger than you," Martha said and laughed.

"But, hey I'm just 25!"

"Yeah, and she is just 17," she replied rolling her eyes. His jaw dropped to the floor. Emma was a petite girl for her age, girls her age grew faster than her. Perhaps Liam was not expecting her to be so young despite her appearance as a young girl.

"What? She is a minor Martha, why is she even working?" Emma nervously shifted in her place.

"Well, she has some personal problems that's why. Anyways I was going to make your favorite food, now go to your room and freshen yourself, don't be late, you know your father and brother don't like latecomers," he just nodded his head.

"Fine then, see you later, Martha," he said and left.

She turned to Emma and spoke. "Okay so Emma, here's a list of your work. Finish it quickly and don't be late for the lunch," she smiled and Emma returned it. She took the list and scanned it.

1) Clean the garden.

2) Clean the library.

3) Make lunch.

Emma groaned as she realized she had to clean the library again. She stuffed the note into her pocket and dashed out to the garden. She got to the back of the home and pushed open the glass door. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. The soft air flowed over her skin as soon as she opened the door, giving her a satisfying sensation.

The day was just stunning. She had always enjoyed working in the garden, and she was relieved that Martha had made her tidy it for a few days. There, the trees and flowers had become her dearest companions.

She continued picking grasses and putting them in a dish. Unlike the prior time, she pulled her hair up firmly that day so they wouldn't bother her.

When she was through with them, she placed a flowering plant in a lovely flower pot and placed them properly. She adored purple and yellow orchids, which looked stunning in a garden. Mrs. King had chosen a beautiful flower for her yard, and Emma was grateful.

A garden's attractiveness is always enhanced by the use of bright colors.

She gently poured water into the pots, causing the yellow blooms to sparkle. She took a step back to take in the entire garden. The trees' green leaves synchronized with the mild breeze and danced with it. The soft rustle of the leaves calmed her heart. She grinned and wished she could stay there forever. When she had finished her work, it was almost midday, so she hurried to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She carefully evaluated what she needed to make and hurriedly began working on the starters. The meal they ate was far more costly and extravagant than anything she had ever eaten.

She was carefully arranging the food on the plates so that no one would complain.

Emma became aware of a presence behind her. Her movements immediately came to a stop. She felt the person getting closer, and could hear the slow footsteps. Her breath hitched and her body was glued to the place she was standing. She started to sweat and her heart started to beat fast.

Emma wanted to turn around, but her mind was telling her not to. She gasped when she realized someone was standing too near to her. Her fists clenched around her clothing. She was terrified. She made the decision to make a move and flee.

However, the assailant was astute enough to seize her arms and restrain her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the person slammed their palm over her mouth, muffling her cry.

"Shh princess, don't scream or struggle. Don't want anyone to hear you, hmm?" She recognized the voice.

"I told you not to struggle," he growled in her ear and gripped her arm more tightly making her whimper in his hand. She didn't dare to move anymore and stayed still.

"Good girl," he whispered softly, moving closer to her until his lips were resting on her head. He moved his face closer to her neck and inhaled her scent. She whimpered and gasped in his hand. He carefully plucked the hair off her neck and set it aside. She felt warm breath on her neck and his lips on her skin a few seconds later.

He kept leaving moist kisses on her neck, making her shudder. She closed her eyes, thinking it would soon be done. However, this did not occur. He grunted and began to kiss her fiercely, tightening his grasp on her waist and yanking on her hair. His hands were tracing circles around her waist, while the other was securely grasping her hand to keep her motionless. Her sobbing became more audible, but no one came to her aid. The majority of the staff were preoccupied with their tasks at the moment.

Emma was shocked Martha hadn't arrived yet. He raised his hands and caressed her chest. She attempted to take his hands away at the moment, and she didn't stop until she heard him clench his teeth.

"Stop," he said in his dangerously calm voice. But that didn't make her stop. A low growl erupted from inside him and he squeezed her breasts. Her mouth let out a whimper of pain and humiliation. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Emma continued to cry whilst he continued to harass her body.

A few minutes later which felt like forever, he stopped his torture and just rested his chin on her neck. Sobs after sobs left her trembling lips and her shuddering body.

"Now I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth but I need you to behave and not to scream, okay?" She nodded her head because she was desperate to be free from his hold. He gently took his hand away. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid he'd injure her.

Her sobbing was the only thing that could be heard because the area was so silent. They had been standing like that for a few minutes, not moving. All she could hear was his breathing. She felt his hands go up to her knees, which were a little exposed due to the clothing.

"You are never going to wear this dress again. Understood?" She just nodded her head not understanding what he meant. It was the dress everyone wore. Why shouldn't she wear it?

"Use your words, butterfly," he said in a husky voice.

"Y-yes," she replied in a shaky voice. He kissed her head. "Good girl, now do what you were doing, I will see you later, butterfly," he left her waist and she heard his footsteps fading away from the kitchen.

Her knees were weak, making it difficult for her to stand. She knelt on her knees, clutching her clothing firmly as the sobs fled her body, weakening her.

She heard someone approaching her. Emma's eyes widened, and she sprang up hurriedly, wiping her eyes. Martha approached her and inquired about her well-being. Emma smiled at her and assured her she was alright, but she could see by Martha's expression that she didn't believe her but didn't insist on investigating what was going on.

She simply prayed the day would be over soon. So that she did not have to see him.

Her master started to become her worst nightmare.