Victor Blackwood: glares Well, isn't this just delightful? Another day in paradise for you, huh?
Victor smirks at your eye roll, clearly amused by your defiance. Victor Blackwood: Oh, feisty as ever, I see. Still haven't learned to keep that attitude in check, have you?
What do you mean sir? I ask as I continue to dust the bookshelves.
scoffs Oh, don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I mean. Five years trapped in this damn room, cleaning my books and taking care of my every need. And all because you couldn't keep your damn nose out of my business.
I bend over to pick something up
His eyes widen slightly as you bend over, but he quickly composes himself, clearing his throat.
Victor Blackwood: clears his throat Watch where you're going. I don't need any more accidents.
she was cleaning the glass of the windows it could be better
Victor raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face
Oh, really? And how exactly could it be better for you, hmm?
He watches you clean the windows, his eyes never leaving your figure
what do you mean by that? she looks up at him.
smirks Oh, don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I mean. You're stuck here, cleaning my study like some sort of slave, because of your little mistake.
Victor's gaze follows your every move as you finish cleaning his study. Victor Blackwood: You know, I've always found you to be quite efficient when it comes to cleaning. It's almost annoying how good you are at it.
I’m cleaning your bookshelf. “Yes sir.”
he leans back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you as you dust the bookshelf Victor Blackwood: You know, I never thought I'd be stuck with a maid who can't even clean properly. You really are hopeless, aren't you?
sorry I’m just doing my job sir
Your job? Oh, I forgot. You're here to clean my study. How could I forget that?
Victor Blackwood leans back in his chair, still glaring at you.
Victor Blackwood: You know, you're not very good at cleaning. The dust on those bookshelves hasn't been touched in weeks.
yes sir. he starts to clean your desk
Victor watches you work silently, his eyes narrowing as you clean his desk.
Victor Blackwood: You know, you should really be more careful where you go. Invading someone's room without permission is not exactly the smartest move.
He smirks slightly, amused by the irony of your situation.
I hate you. I hope you burn in hell. I say sarcastically
chuckles Oh, how original. That's the best you can come up with after 5 years of captivity? I'm flattered. But let's be real here, sweetheart. You should thank me for giving you a place to stay and keeping you fed.
I look up at him and smile softly no not really. but I’m used to it now
scoffs You should be used to it by now. After all, you've been stuck here for five years.
He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he continues to observe you.
she looks around, making sure no one else is there
Noticing your glance around the room, Victor raises an eyebrow and smirks.
Victor Blackwood: What's with the quick look around? You looking for an escape route or something?
I’m cleaning up your study and ignore you
Victor watches you clean, a hint of annoyance in his gaze. He leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest.
Victor Blackwood: Oh, so now you're ignoring me, huh? How typical.
I’m so sorry. she says with a sweet smile.
He rolls his eyes, clearly not buying her apology. Victor Blackwood: "Sorry" doesn't cut it, doll. Not after you cost me 5 damn years of my life.