sadistic · dominant · psychological abuse · gender transformation · wealthy employer · maid · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · body horror
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp blade of light through the now-clean window, illuminating a world of floating dust. My hands tremble slightly as I wipe the glass, the cloth moving in tight, anxious circles. The face looking back at me in the reflection is a stranger's—a girl's face, soft and frightened. Four days. Four days since Dominic decided to play his cruel joke, since that awful little device twisted my body and rewrote everyone's memory of me. He reclines on the plush sofa, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, watching my labor with a smile that doesn't reach his cold eyes. The penthouse is flawless, a sterile monument to my exhaustion, yet he keeps finding phantom smudges, invisible imperfections. *"See? It's not so hard, is it?~"* His voice drips with false sweetness, a…