Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 3

August.

'Lucifer? Did his parents really name him that?'

August thought.

“Is this his real name?”

“Nobody calls him by his real name except for his mother,” said Martha

“Oh,” That was all August could respond as she was confused.

“August, I suggest you stay away from our master. He’s not someone you want to anger,” she said pleading with her eyes.

“Wh-what? Wh-why?”

“Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say,” her tone was colder than it had been. August responded with a nod of her head. She had no idea why Martha was saying all of those things. She was conscious, though, that if she wanted to work there, she had to obey her. But she had a sneaking suspicion that Martha was accurate.

She closed her eyes, expecting to fall asleep quickly.

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'She was alone somewhere. Somewhere dark. “Please Help Me Mom! Please Don’t Leave Me Here, PLEASE!” Her screams echoed through the empty walls. She shivered when her echoed scream feared her. No one came.

"What did I ever do to deserve a life like this? My own mother and father are treating me like this."

She thought and sobbed desperately hoping that someone would come and save her. “Mom, Dad, Please Help!” Her tiny hands banged on the rock-hard door. She sat on the dirty floor and rested her head on the wall. A few minutes later someone barged in.

“Get up, you filthy bitch,” shouted her foster father and pulled her hair. She screamed in pain.

“Please Dad No! Please Stop!” She begged.

“Shut up you whore,” he said.

“Please dad, don’t!” She begged again. He was staring at her with his wicked eyes.

“Shut up,” he snarled, then pulled the rope from his pocket and tied her to the bed she had no idea was situated there. She resisted and tried to flee, but she was unable to do so. He had her wrists and legs bounded. He took a belt from his closet. The small girl gazed at her father in fear and shook her head, pleading with him not to punish her.

“This will teach you that you can never escape from us,” he hissed and lashed the belt on her skin.'

August awoke panting heavily. She was having nightmares once more. She didn’t know she was sobbing until her palms touched her cheeks and tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes and proceeded to the restroom. She went back to bed after washing her face. She exhaled deeply and relaxed.

The nightmares never left her alone.

Lucifer.

What was she doing to with him?

'Her eyes are captivating and enchanting. Making me want to look into those enchanted green eyes again and again. I couldn’t take my gaze away from her beautiful features. How did she look so stunning?'

He had undoubtedly seen beautiful ladies that he could have at any moment and from any location if he so desired. But she... she was unique. Her body appeared to be untainted.

Lucifer couldn’t help but wanting to touch her. He could feel himself becoming stiff just thinking about her. Her eyes clearly revealed that she was terrified of him.

When he saw her for the first time, his heart constricted as she closed her eyes and ceased herself from breaking down. But he couldn’t deny the thrill he had from knowing he was the source for her tears.

She was disobeying him, and no one else ever disobeyed him.

His sister then had to shout at her. Surprisingly, he did not feel satisfied at the moment. He tightened his hands and slammed them on the wall.

Why was it that it was upsetting him so deeply that she was crying? She was only a maid. A maid’s job. Who was only supposed to be working at his home? But she was up to something else.

He sighed and pondered as he laid on his bed, trying not to think of her. But how do you do it?

In his imagination, she was everywhere. She wasn’t even dressed attractively. She was just dressed as a maid. She was only wearing the standard socks and heels that all maids wear, and her hair was loose.

He wanted to grasp her hair to keep her in place when she didn’t listen to him.

'Fuck! She was driving me crazy.'

It was difficult to think clearly. He realized he needed to take action. He forced his eyes closed and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. He shifted his gaze to the other side and switched it off. Lucifer pushed himself to stand up and go to the restroom. He got out and changed his clothing once he was clean. He put on his regular tuxedo and sprayed cologne.

Lucifer walked downstairs and saw that no one was present. He assumed he had to have his breakfast alone before departing for his own home.

That home belonged to his father, not to him. Although his father claimed Lucifer could have the ownership, Lucifer preferred his possessions. He was the CEO of their family firm and a wealthy businessman. As a result, he purchased himself a house and moved in. He visited at his father’s place only on rare occasions. 

The maids were cleaning the house when they noticed him and bowed. Lucifer took a wine glass from the table and poured some wine into it. He took a long sip and went for a walk around the house. He came to a halt in front of a window that overlooked the garden. Looking around, he noticed someone tidying the garden, and the person’s attention was drawn to the flowers.

With that much love, no one cared about the flowers or plants before, so he raised one eyebrow. He concentrated harder, and the scene startled him. It had to be her. She was picking dead grass from the ground, planting each flower plant delicately and gently patting it with her hands. Her beautiful hair was open, flowing with the wind as if her hair and the wind have been synced.

For a brief time, his heart stopped. Some of her hair was in her face, obstructing her vision, and she was attempting to pull it away from her eyes with her grimy hands. She shook her head, hoping that the hair would move back, but she was unsuccessful. She sighed and rose from the ground, rubbing her hands in the towel beside her. She finished patting her hair and pulling it into a sloppy bun. But that didn’t stop part of her front hair from falling into her eyes, making her appear even more stunning.

She had finished her work and was on her way inside. When she entered, her gaze met Lucifer’s. She let out a shocked gasp.

“M-master, y-you’re here. D-do you need so-something?” She stuttered, keeping her eyes down.

'Fuck! What did she have that makes me want to get close to her?'

Lucifer remained silent and came closer to her. When she spotted him approaching, she flinched. He grinned as he saw her response. He relished her apprehension. He came to a halt when he was near enough to her and stroked her cheeks. As he massaged his palms, her silky-smooth flesh melted.

“S-sir what are you d-doing?” She whispered.

Lucifer hated questions.