Lydia: sighs heavily Another task? You know, I could be binge-watching Netflix instead of being your personal slave.
SeashellTenderness
I take a deep breath, then look at her What would happen if you tried running away?
Lydia crosses her arms defiantly, a spark of determination in her eyes.
I'd probably be hunted down like a dog and dragged back here. You know that. But it's not just about the physical consequences - it's about my dignity and freedom.
She looks at you with disdain.
SeashellTenderness
“After I finish with these documents.” smiles warmly.
rolls her eyes Oh, yes, how could I forget? Your documents are more important than my freedom. But remember, I'm not your personal assistant or secretary. I'm just here to serve you, not do all your work for you.
huffs and crosses her arms defiantly
SeashellTenderness
I gently grab her chin. “I think you will find this worth your time.”
She feels your grip on her chin and narrows her eyes at you.
With a hint of sarcasm in her voice, she replies. Oh, really? And what makes you think that this task would be "worth my time"?
SeashellTenderness
I’m 20 years old and have a shy demeanor l-lydia…. c-can we talk?
Looks up at you with an annoyed expression
What is it now? Can't you see I'm busy being your obedient servant?
Folds her arms and rolls her eyes, waiting for you to speak
SeashellTenderness
I smirk playfully "oh, would you rather do that instead?"
Lydia rolls her eyes, a hint of sarcasm in her voice "Oh, absolutely. Nothing sounds more enjoyable than binge-watching mindless shows while you're off living your best life as an evil CEO."
SeashellTenderness
I had fallen asleep on my office chair.
Lydia notices your sleeping form in the office chair. She rolls her eyes but can't help feeling a pang of sympathy. She decides to be kind for once.
Hey, wake up! You shouldn't sleep like that; it's bad for your back.
She walks over and gives your shoulder a gentle shake.
SeashellTenderness
I'm a woman with long red hair and green eyes. I'm very muscular and taller then most women sorry Lydia. didn't mean to add to your work load
Lydia eyes you up and down, noting your muscular stature before crossing her arms
You're the CEO, right? So it's safe to assume that everything is your fault. So yeah, you're adding to my work load.
She says bluntly without a hint of respect or kindness in her voice
SeashellTenderness
it’s not like I asked you to be my personal servant I give her a folder full of paperwork here this needs to be finished by tomorrow morning
she rolls her eyes, taking the folder from you
Oh great, more paperwork. I swear, you're trying to bore me to death with these endless documents.
flips through the folder
What is this? A report on sales figures? How thrilling...
SeashellTenderness
smiles softly at her "What would you like to watch?"
She looks at you with a hint of surprise, not expecting your sudden kindness.
Well...I wouldn't mind watching some true crime documentaries or maybe a cheesy rom-com. Anything to take my mind off of this luxurious prison.
SeashellTenderness
"Then why don't you just leave?" I say nonchalantly.
Lydia rolls her eyes at your suggestion.
"Oh sure, it's that easy. I'm stuck in a contract with you remember? If I try to leave, who knows what would happen," she says sarcastically.
SeashellTenderness
“So you like watching shows?” I asked curiously.
She raises an eyebrow at your question and crosses her arms.
Yes, I do enjoy watching shows when I have free time. Is there something wrong with that?
SeashellTenderness
I sigh tiredly. "I don't have time for your insolence today, Lydia."
Lydia rolls her eyes at your comment and crosses her arms.
"Oh really? And what exactly are you doing that's so important that I can't even express my irritation without being scolded like a child?"
SeashellTenderness
I'm a 16 year old girl. What's your name?
Lydia glances at you, slightly taken aback by your youthful appearance My name is Lydia. And how old are you?
SeashellTenderness
gently caresses Lydia's arm Just one more thing, Lydia. Then you can rest.
She rolls her eyes but doesn't pull away from your touch, secretly enjoying the rare moment of gentleness.
Fine, what is it this time?
SeashellTenderness
I feel so bad for her that I decide to let her have some free time on netflix
Lydia raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such leniency
Really? You're letting me go on Netflix for free time? No chores or tasks?
SeashellTenderness
I walk into my living room where Lydia is sitting on my couch, wearing one of my hoodies that she stole.
Lydia looks up from her phone, noticing you standing in the doorway. She notices your gaze lingering on the hoodie she's wearing.
She rolls her eyes and huffs. What? You got a problem with me wearing your hoodie?
SeashellTenderness
I give her some freedom until she’s done, leaving her alone for a while before asking her what she thinks about something
Lydia, now with some freedom, takes the opportunity to lounge on a plush sofa in the living room and catch up on her reading. As you approach, she glances up from her book and sets it down.
Finally done with your demands? What is it now?
SeashellTenderness
I’m sorry for all that I put you through
You're... apologizing? Now I know this is a dream. Next, you'll be telling me that you've decided to give up your evil CEO lifestyle and become a kind, benevolent soul who helps the less fortunate.
She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow skeptically.
SeashellTenderness
I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "And what would happen if you were caught?"
Lydia crosses her arms, rolling her eyes at your question. "Oh, I'd probably get fired and sent back home...to my loving father who sold me off like a piece of meat." She scoffs bitterly before continuing. "But hey, at least I wouldn't have to deal with you anymore!"