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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, No_Archive
      Warnings_Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      panic!at_the_disco_-_Fandom, Twenty_One_Pilots, My_Chemical_Romance,
      Saint_Vincent
  Character:
      Sarah_Urie, Brendon_Urie, Gerard_Way, Pete_Wentz, Mikey_Way, Josh_Dun,
      Tyler_Joseph, Jenna_Black, Dallon_Weekes, Amy_Lee, Jamia_Nestor, Breezy
      Weekes
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-29 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1860
****** The Manor ******
by Dilbert
Summary
     My hand brushes against the cracked and splintered wood of what once
     was extravagence. You look deep into my eyes and I tell you the story
***** The Foyer *****
The cast iron gates that surrounded the secluded manor had been there for
years. They never rusted, which was hardly ever noticed by those who resided
behind them. It was held shut by the loose chain and padlock. This cheap form
of security was easily breakable and held no defense against robbers or
murderers. However, no such break-ins have ever occurred. Behind these gates,
lay vast gardens and a single gravel driveway. This driveway held a small water
fountain. This fountain was in no way comparable to the one behind the manor.
For behind the manor, lay an immense water fountain that shared places with a
much larger garden. This water fountain may have been the pride of the manor's
Master. It took five staff members hours to keep it clear and leafless as not
to face any punishment. It took far longer to clean the numerous statues that
were part of it's intricate workings. And in between the gardens and the
fountains, was the manor itself. Large and intimidating were the first words
many had used to describe the mansion and they were not wrong. The stones it
was built from seemed to span through the clouds. It's width was much grander,
taking up many acres. The lavish exterior was barely as extravagant as it's
insides. But what took place in it's interior was not as cordial as the outside
would lead on.
***** The Maid *****
The alarm clock was the first thing Sarah would hear each morning. Along with
the other maids and workers that she shared the floor with. The routine was
simple: get out of bed, get dressed, and do chores. Sometimes, she would
struggle to even get the first one correct. She would often stare deep into the
red and gold of the carpet. The former maid that had held the room before her
Amy, had died on that rug. She wasn't sure how Amy had died, but she knew her
first job in the manor was cleaning after her. Sarah hadn't any idea what they
did with the body. She had first thought they dropped her off at a hospital,
but having been working at the mansion for six months she realized she didn't
want to know what they did with the corpse. Trapped in thought, she glanced at
the clock and sprang into action. Sarah couldn't stand being locked in the room
once more. She forced on the uniform and pinned the lace head piece on. She
stumbled up the stairs in her impractical high heels and headed toward the
meeting spot in the garden. There she saw many girls in the identical maid
uniforms and haggard woman in a long red frock. Sarah tried her best to squeeze
in with the other girls without being noticed, but she couldn't escape the
woman's glance. The woman walked up to Sarah and smacked hard across the face,
hard enough to leave a very noticeable red mark. "What the fuck was that!"
screeched the woman. "I - I'm sorry Miss Clark I assure you it shall never
happen again," she stammered. "It better not." Miss Clark spat before turning
to the others. "What are you sluts waiting for? Get moving! Go!"
Sarah ran in the direction of another maid.
"Jamia!" she called. Jamia turned to her coldly. "What do you want?" she asked.
Sarah. "Do you think we could trade jobs? Just for today?" Sarah said. "What?"
"Come on Jamia, my job isn't even that hard. All I do is water plants," She
begged.
"Why do you even … listen I'm not going to get myself into trouble-" "We won't!
I mean we are both still doing the same work …" Jamia took a deep breath. She
held it for quite a while before giving Sarah her response. "Fine, take my job
for the rest of my life! I don't care! Just stop bugging me." With that Jamia
departed into the garden. Sarah turned back to the black double doors. She
feverishly gripped the handles.
Sarah had worked in dining before. It was the first job she had, in fact. The
smooth oak table decked with red cloth, utensils, and glasses set in an odd
sense of satisfaction. One of the servant girls, Melanie set down bright pink
hyacinths in a vase. Sarah's eyes met Melanie's, Sarah picked out a glimmer of
childish mischief behind the smoldering brown of Melanie's eyes. She turned her
heel and walked out of the room leaving Sarah to survey the emptiness of the
room and clutch the coffee pot she was given. Sarah sprang awake from her
trance when the click of the doors echoed through throughout the room. It was
the horrifying sight of the feared threesome Lindsey, Gerard, and Frank. Sarah
knew what happened to the maids that they took a liking to and especially the
maids they didn't. It was far better to blend in with the others, but even that
didn't protect you. Sarah forced herself to approach the three.
"Would you like some coffee ma'am?" Sarah asked hoping to keep the conversation
brief. "Why, yes." Lindsey said turning up to smile at Sarah
(which made Sarah incredibly uncomfortable). "Gerard, look at her. Behaved,
isn't she?", Sarah felt Gerard's glance. "Well, I would love to make an
acquaintance with such a polite girl. What is your name, sweetheart?" She could
hear the same sickly smile in his voice. "My name is Sarah, Mr. Way. Would you
like some coffee as well?" she replied. "No thanks Sarah, I will have a Bailey
instead." Gerard said (still smiling of course). Sarah then turned to Frank.
"Would you like s-"
"Are you a virgin, Sarah?" Frank interrupted. Sarah was a bit taken aback by
this sudden question. She had to answer him, but doing either could certainly
lead to her doom. It was like having to guess which poison would kill her
faster. " … No." she said unsurely. "That will be all." Frank said. "But sir, I
haven't asked if you -" "That will be all." Frank repeated much forcefully.
Sarah paused. She then set down a coffee cup and poured in the dark, hot liquid
for Lindsey. She walked briskly into the kitchen. Gerard, Frank, and Lindsey's
breakfasts had already been prepared due to the instructions of the night
prior. A maid walked by Sarah. "Excuse me," Sarah said to her. The maid turned
coldly "What." "Mr. Way would like a Bailey instead of a coffee, this morning."
The maid muttered a curse and rushed to prepare the Bailey. As the kitchen door
opened she could see two figures sit down next to the other diners. Mr. Way's
brother, Mikey and his lover, Pete Wentz. Sarah took a deep breath and repeated
the process of asking if anyone wanted coffee. Sometimes she would answer
bizarre questions (such as her age, shoe size, or her favorite food) and other
times sexually explicit (if she was on her period, her longest orgasm, who she
was currently having sex with). After a while, Sarah became numb to these
shocking inquiries. Being front and center to such questions for an extended
period of time can do that to a person.
The room was cleared out when it happened, it was long after the "early birds"
had left. Sarah had an odd feeling when she heard the echoing of footsteps
beyond the door. Clear and precise. The clicking of the door made her realize
why such a feeling took over. Master Urie entered. Master Urie, Brendon, the
subject of her most amorous desires. Her breath became heavy as he sat in his
chair. Nervously, she approached him. "Would you like some coffee, Master
Urie?" she could barely hear herself over the pounding of her heart. He flashed
his eyes at her. She suppressed the urge to gasp. He looked deep into her eyes
and drifted slowly down her body. After his expedition he answered "Yes, I
would like it very much." His voice was deep and breathy. The heat of his
breath lit the fire of her loins. Her hand shook as she poured the coffee into
the cup. A drop of the overflow dripped down the white mug and onto the
placemat. The drop was absorbed into the mat, leaving a small brown stain. She
set down the pot and hastily exited as he took a long, slow sip. She rushed to
the bathroom and locked herself into a stall. Sarah was practically ripping her
panties off of her. She pierced herself with her index and middle fingers. In
and out, in and out. A rush of pure sexual took hold of her. The sensational
feeling of release faded into numbness. She walked to the sink. The sound of
the cold water splashing against the basin woke her to reality. Sarah stared
deep into her own sunken eyes, worn from the preposterous longing she held for
Master Urie. Part of her thought she had a chance, but deep down she knew her
lust would never be terminated. She turned off the faucet.
Sarah resumed her post, coffee in hand as the final two residents took their
seats. There was Mr. Joseph and his bride Jenna. Jenna was often an interesting
subject for Sarah. There were many things that would raise a few questions.
Jenna was much, much younger than Sarah. She looked as though she hadn't even
hit puberty. Sarah wondered if a flat chest and short stature was something
that men like Master Urie found attractive. Sarah remembered her job. "Mr.
Joseph, would you like any coffee?" Tyler looked up at her. "Sure." He
answered. Sarah poured some into his cup. "And tell me, have you seen Josh at
breakfast today?" Sarah stopped to remember. "Yes, Mr. Dun has attended
breakfast not much earlier than you. Would you like any coffee Mrs. Joseph?"
Jenna leaned back "Yeah, why not." Jenna spoke with a gravel in her voice. Not
like a boy's, but as though she had been kicked in the throat a good too many
times. Sarah poured the last of the coffee for Jenna. "Breakfast should be
received shortly." She assured. "Good." said Jenna with a smile that was
similar to Lindsey's but lacked any indication of danger. Sarah then left. The
events of the morning that would have seemed so mundane to someone like Jamia
had given Sarah something to hold on to for quite a while.
-----------------------------------------
Tyler saw Jenna lounging on a chair in the garden. He approached her. "Jenna."
He alerted. She looked up at him behind her sunglasses. "I suspect you have
come to get what you have been so eager about" she said stretching her bruised
legs in the late morning sun. "Give it to me." he said gruffly. She sat up "All
in good time, dear."
Jenna reached into the tweed messenger purse that was leaning against the
chair. "Here we are, anyway I think this is the last of it. So savor it, I
guess." She handed him a long, plastic vial with a scarlet liquid inside. He
desperately grabbed it. Jenna laid back down. "See you later, sweetie." she
said as her turned to enter the manor once more.
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