The Humiliation Continues
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[Roanna’s Pov]
He made me bathe him!! This man is f*****g crazy, and cruel. He actually talked me through cleaning his body. He brought his wings out, and goddess, I thought he’d rip my head off when I got to his tails. Sharp, and f*****g deadly. But finally, it ended and he left to handle his business.
I found a way to contact Aspen, there was a phone and she had left me her number the last time I saw her. So I called. While I waited, I recalled what was on the rest of my chores list. Those words burn my tongue. Chores list? Am I a f*****g child?
Ugh, and I gave a grown man a bath. He was naked, in front of me. And I will say, Zane Valtero is prideful for a reason. That’s all I’m gonna say. Anything else would be weird coming from me.
“Hello?”
“Hi.”
“Ah, I got this phone specifically for you. You finally called.”
“Yeah yeah, I need help. I have no idea how to clean, or cook, and Zane has decided to turn me into his made.”
She was quiet for a minute then she spoke again. “That is weird. He has maids.”
“Yeah, I know. What a d**k? I need to learn how to clean his room, and make food for him.”
“Well, cleaning is easy. Go to the basement floor there’s a library there with a cookbook for solerians. Zane eats big, so you have to cook his meals like you’re serving a family of ten. All meat, very little veggies. And yes, he can still go for dessert. He’s never too full. Secondly, cleaning his room is not that hard. You just need to know where to start.”
“Should I be weirded out that you know how to clean Zane’s room?”
“Nope. I’ve gone in there to find my son countless times. They’re either watching something, or just talking. Zane had a whole crib for Xavier and now he has one for Rosa. I just returned the favor by cleaning for him once in a while since he doesn’t let the maids clean his room very often.”
“Hmm, you must all be very close.”
“We are. I’m willing to help you but, you need to be a little bit nicer.” I groaned and rubbed my head. And murmured ‘fine’ to her. Because I didn’t want to argue right now, she’s going to be helpful.
Aspen walked me through cleaning, and I did a decent job. Trust me, decent is the only word I can use for what I did. I tried my best but I’m going to have to do this over and over before I can even say I’m good.
I am a quick learner though, and that was going to help me in cooking. Dinner was my last chore, in between was feeding Zane’s pet. A six-headed dragon that was too big for the spot it was given. I had to log out nine hundred goats, and six hundred cows for this thing. Where they got these many animals is beyond me.
I heard a servant mention something about a farm, but f**k. That thing tried to kill me. By the time I started cooking dinner, I was hungry and ready to pass out. My whole body was wrecked. f**k, the major work wasn’t Zane’s ridiculously huge room. But it was that f*****g pet of it. Imagine six heads and having to guide animals towards its den.
I chose a recipe for a huge family, and I worked slowly. First time cooking for anyone, I usually just eat scraps. I had to go entirely by the book. No free balling anything.
By the time Zane was back, everything was ready. I settled for a non-bake dessert because I couldn’t imagine trying to work an oven. I’d burn his castle down for sure. But it’s something I’ll practice on.
I hate this s**t. Feeling exhausted from a fight makes sense. But no one mentioned how grueling serving a dragon king can be!
I barely had time to take my medication for this evening.
Zane eyed the food and gave it a sniff.
“Not bad, housebitch.”
I will claw your f*****g eyes out- can’t say that.
May lightning strike you for this- can’t say that either.
Suck- definitely don’t want to complete or say that.
“Thank you.” I gritted out, clasping my hands together.
“Eat something, take your meds, then run a bath for me. I’ve had a rough sweaty day.” Seriously, goddess, I won’t be mad. Just crack open this ground and take me away.
I beg of you.
“Yep.”
“Yep? Say yes, my king. Then get on your knees, and kiss my hand.”
I breathed in, clenching my fist. I walked up to him and brushed my hands in this ridiculous dress. I knelt and cupped his right hand between my hands.
“Yes, my king.” I tried so hard to keep the bitterness away. And as I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, Zane laughed.
“You’re permitted to go.” I got up happily and left. He was determined to see through this humiliation. I would rather be tortured.... but I know if I ask for that, he’ll find another way to make torture horrible for me.
I ate a small sandwich and took my medication.
I set his bath, and once he was done eating... and letting his food digest, he finally showed up. He stripped, yawned, and stepped into the big bath.
I knelt beside it and forced my tired limbs to clean this bear of a man. Once he was clean, I toweled him off. Spending time on his wings as they were the hardest to work with. They had thorns poking at the end of each.
Zane said nothing to me, not even a thank you. He left as soon as I finished, and I drained the water from the tub and left his room.
When I arrived at mine I was ready to pass out. I dread tomorrow. If only the night could last longer.
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