Chapter 72 Not So Innocent After All (2/2)
”You missed us, Baz. Where were you? Why didn't you eat us?” They whispered.
Damien took out a box of peanut butter cookies from the pantry. ”Here, I saved you some.”
”The Young Master is the best after all!” Baz almost cried.
No wonder Vee likes him so much. What a thoughtful guy! Luckily Baz wasn't a girl, else he'd definitely fall for his cookie seduction tactics.
***
It was getting dark. The sun had dropped to below the mountains, a mere sliver of orange on the horizon. The wind howled past his ears.
Damien walked carelessly. His steps light and carefree, with innocence.
Yet soon he sensed it. That chill. Something was wrong, he knew. Very wrong.
The crack of soft leather boots of paved roads echoed forth ominously. The dwindling light of day continued. Soon the only illumination came from the lamps overhead. They were few and far between.
That unease scratching at the back of his head increased.
He stopped in place as a cold sweat broke out on his face.
”It feels like somebody….WANTS TO SELL ME SOMETHING!” Damien looked around but found nothing. ”Bastard, come out already!” He yelled. Slowly a shaded figure emerged from a nearby tree. He waved a fist. ”I'm not interested in anything you're--wait, Evie?”
”I knew Master would be onto me.” The young 'woman' greeted him shyly with her hands clutched in front of her waist. She writhed about like a worm, clearly ill at ease.
”So you're the reason I've been feeling followed these past few days.”
”...Yeah. Days.”
”It's only been days, right?”
”Of course.” She looked away.
”And, uh, why exactly are you following me then?”
”I like watching Master. It's soothing.” Evie cleared her throat. The wrapping around her face hid whatever expression she may have had just then.
”Come to think of it, I still haven't seen what you look like now under those.”
”Master, no!” The shape of her jawline indicated deep horror at the implication. ”You can't see me like this!”
”Hm? Why not?”
Her shoulders slumped. A rare show for her. ”Master's eyes would be tainted!”
”By your face…?”
”It's the face of a harlot!” Evie exclaimed. ”Master, this face had been used to charm and twist the hearts of men, making them do vile things to each other. There's no way I can show it to you.”
Evie wanted to bang her head against a wall. Back then Lady Claybrook had told her, ”If you learn how to control your powers you'd be able to dominate the attention of any man!”
”Even Master?” She'd asked. Having no idea where the question came from but suddenly recalling the face of that insufferable Dolly and her constant neediness. How Master would indulge her endlessly.
”Yeah. Probably.”
”I see.”
Evie immediately pictured scenes almost too scandalous to mention. Like Master rubbing her cheek and shouting, ”What a cutie!” Or Master holding her hand even when they WEREN'T crossing a street.
Evie wanted to do many things to repay the Master for his kindnesses to her and Min. She was prepared to even give him her body. Nn. No matter how cold the Master may be at night, she wanted to be able to warm him up!
That Vera girl had once mentioned something about how much the Master loves things called ”heated body pillows” and that the best body pillows in his mind were ”cute lolies with very rubbable heads and soft cheeks.”
Evie strived from that day forth to be the best, warmest body pillow! Except she didn't know how? What did it even mean to be a body pillow? How did one train to be a better one?
She decided that being cuter was the first step. So she started practicing makeup. It was hard. She looked like a clown and that brat Dolly laughed at her so much she wanted to cry.
Then Lady Claybrook made it easy. She said, ”You'll be hella cute.”
How was Evie to know the levels of embarrassment she'd experience once it came down to actually letting Master see her like this? Evie wasn't comfortable with the idea of using this new face on Master.
How is she to be the cutest and warmest body pillow for Master if she can't even show her face to him without feeling she'd done something wrong? Shameful, her new self is just too shameful!
Look at this vulgar body! This isn't cute at all. This won't calm Master on a hard day's night. She'll be troubling him so much, it was terrible. These two things on her chest are too big, even. Min's were just the right size, both soft and firm. But Evie's? They were too huge! Too soft! He'd sink in and suffocate to death.
This were things she didn't consider during her training. She only thought of learning to be cute and attractive. Or taking good things for Master, like that crown. Evie actually still had many gifts, but she was too embarrassed to openly give them to Master.
Her troubles were many.
Even so, she had to be ready to serve Master when he needed her! So she hid. Watching him from afar…
Sometimes she would practice drawing him too. Lady Claybrook taught her a bit of the craft.
”If you could capture even one-millionth of my son's charm you can consider yourself a world-renowned artist for the ages. Hm? Me? Hehe...I have a pleasure room. Would you like to see it?”
Though the room was marred by drawings of Dahlia scattered here and there too, Master's glorious visage was indeed captured to perfection.
”Oh, don't touch those, my dear. Those are specialty items for my….more unique clients. Hmph. What's so great about a father and son? Mothers and sons are obviously better. Damn perverts.”
Whatever that meant. But yes. That was how it began. Evie thought it was going well, her practice.
A couple of days ago Evie found a hidden space in Master's new house. It was very roomy so she was now in the process of creating her own pleasure room. Her slowly expanding array of drawings built up bit by bit. It was her fortress of solitude. A place of solace.
In these dark times where one's dream of being the perfect body pillow for their Master seemed so far away, well, that pleasure room was her only reprieve.
Damien had no clue about all these things swirling about in Evie's mind. He only thought she was being overdramatic. But he forgave her. She'd take time to adjust to her new self, yeah? He wouldn't push the matter for now.
”You hungry? I can buy you something.”
”No, thank you. But Master can go have something. I wouldn't mind watching Master eat. The way you chew is very nice.” She paused. ”Or some I'm told. Because it's not like I watch Master eat or anything”
And most certainly not through holes she found in secret passages behind the dining area's walls.
”Obviously. I mean who does that? Certainly not this Evie.” She gulped.
She just wanted to see her Master a bit more often without him knowing, okay Like...like a guardian angel. Yeah. She was protecting Master from the shadows! Of course she was. Nothing more or less.
Besides, what did it matter if the holes were already there or not? This Evie is innocent!
***
Damien was busy draining the snake when all of a sudden he was bombarded with a shrill, hysterical voice.
”Young Master, it's terrible!” Someone cried miserably.
He nearly jumped up in fright and whirled around ready to beat someone up. His pee went wild as he turned and landed on a small green-haired boy behind him.
”Oh, yuck! That's disgusting! Young Master, you're awful! This smell...I hate asparagus!”
”Jesus. Baz! What're you doing sneaking up on a man tryna take a piss. Did you want me to assert my dominance or what? Next time show up outside the house and knock like normal people. But yeah anyway what's goin'--OH MY GOD!” Damien shrieked.
Baz had tears in his eyes as he pulled down his undies and showed him his crotch
”Young Master, it's gone...my little buddy's gone! Help!”
Damien smacked him upside the head. ”Pull up your fucking pants, woman! I can't afford a third strike!”