## Chapter 8: The Servant's Quarters

Kieran followed Ellie as she led him through the house, her black tights-clad legs striding confidently ahead of him. He had grown accustomed to her commanding presence, but he still felt a twinge of resentment whenever she bossed him around. Ellie seemed to sense his emotions, and she smiled to herself as she walked. As they entered a small, dingy room at the back of the house, Kieran's heart sank. This was the room Ellie had been referring to as his "servant's quarters," and it was clear that she intended for him to spend most of his time here. The room was sparsely furnished, with a small bed and a dresser, but it was the decor that really caught Kieran's attention. The walls were painted a dull gray, and the only window was covered with a thick layer of grime. "This will be your new bedroom, Kieran," Ellie said, her voice firm and commanding. "You'll sleep here, and stay here when you're not attending to my needs. You'll find a small bathroom just down the hall, and you'll use that to get ready for the day." Kieran felt a surge of anger and resentment, but he bit it back. He knew that arguing with Ellie would only make things worse, and he didn't want to face her wrath. Instead, he nodded meekly and looked around the room, trying to take in every detail. The room was small and cramped, with barely enough space for the bed and dresser. Kieran felt a pang of sadness as he realized that this was his new life now. He was no longer a member of the family, but a servant, a foot slave to Ellie's every whim. Ellie seemed to sense his emotions, and she smiled to herself as she walked over to the bed. "You'll find a change of clothes in the dresser," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "I've picked out some suitable outfits for you to wear while you're serving me. You'll find them...adequate, I'm sure." Kieran nodded, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of comfort or respite. But there was none. The room was cold and unforgiving, just like Ellie's heart. As Ellie turned to leave, Kieran felt a surge of desperation. He didn't want to be trapped in this room, forced to serve Ellie's every whim. He wanted to be free, to be himself again. But as he looked at Ellie, he knew that was impossible. "Ellie, wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Ellie turned, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. "What is it, Kieran?" she asked, her voice firm and commanding. Kieran hesitated, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to beg or plead, but he couldn't bear the thought of being trapped in this room forever. "I just...I want to know how long this will last," he said, his voice shaking. Ellie smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "As long as I want it to, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "And right now, I want it to last a very long time indeed." With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Kieran to his new life as a servant. He sank down onto the bed, feeling defeated and demoralized. He knew that he had to find a way to escape, to break free from Ellie's grasp. But for now, he was trapped, forced to serve her every whim.