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THE MANOR WAS ONCE again filled with silence as I make my way to my assigned bedroom. Lino told me to scram when I told him that our young master was only using him, and Adie was busy preparing lunch, which I hope wouldn't end up killing me later because of how awful the kitchen smelled when I walked by it earlier.

     "What to do...what to do..."

     I skip my way down this long hallway like a princess, touching the old wallpaper on the wall that almost peeled off as my fingers press against them. As much as I don't like the idea of working for someone I barely know just because my mother wants to kill me off, I'm glad I get to enjoy this newfound freedom that I have now.

     Back then I was forced to stay inside our house like I had some type of disease. Our neighbors hated me and spent most of their time making up rumors that made our entire family an outcast. The rumors actually got so bad that my mother started covering our windows with newspaper, making our entire house pitch black.

     I remember back then when mom and I bought bread and the baker purposely gave her molded ones. When she asked if we could change them, the baker lashed out at us and threw flour at her face. I laughed of course, but when I really think about it, I kinda pity her too. Just because of me, people tend to act like she gave birth to a devil.

     My father, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. He was a military man, and whenever he was home we were untouchable. People feared my father. He walked around with a gun in his hand and he'd point it at people who'd give us strange looks. He spent most of his time in our basement though so I rarely get to see him.

     He eventually went back to the military, and it's been exactly eleven years since then. Others say he died during the war, but my mother thinks he ran away and found another woman so he could start a much more normal family. Who knows? It's not like I care anyway.

     "Winter, I hope you know I've been dying to let you out but that damn doctor wouldn't let me," I complain out loud, not even scared if master Claudio ends up hearing me.

     When I finally got to my bedroom, I head inside and walk to the bathroom to face the mirror. I stare at myself for a couple of seconds before I started laughing like a total maniac.

     "I look like shit," I say before washing my hands and removing my brown contact so I could put them back in the container. As soon as I removed it, I look back at the mirror again, staring at my differently colored eyes. I clench my fist in anger and try my best not to punch my own reflection like last time. My long nails were buried in my palm, and the pain finally made me stop.

     I wash my face with cold water and wipe it with my shirt before walking to the desk where the diary is. I grab the pen and diary and skim through the pages one by one as I take a seat at the edge of the bed.

     Most of the entries here are from Winter. A couple of them were mine, but I couldn't really say they were entries because I only wrote short phrases. Phrases like "I met up with...", "Mother scolded me because of..." or "I broke a vase, don't tell anyone."

     I chuckle to myself when I spot an actual note that I wrote using my finger and some mud since I couldn't find any pen around at that time. The note said "Mom brought a man home, his name is Ricardo Mendez. DO NOT approach Ricardo. He's the man with a bald spot on top of his head. You'll know who I'm talking about when you see him."

     After scrolling through the entries, I eventually arrive at an empty page. Thinking that Winter— that sensitive little fucker—might get confused about why I didn't allow him to come out for an entire week, I decided to finally write my first diary entry to explain to him the situation.

June 18, 1952

Dear y̶o̶u̶ l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ p̶i̶e̶c̶e̶ o̶f̶ Winter,

After careful deliberation, I decided to write you this entry. Strange, isn't it?

As you may have already known, we met up with Doctor Van. He said we'll be meeting up with him every Wednesday, but that means that you're not allowed to come out during the other days of the week since I'll be working...as his butler. I'm sure you'll be bored, but what am I supposed to do?

Anyway, I guess that's it. Don't tire Autumn too much, you already know how old that h̶a̶g̶ woman is. And if you end up meeting Krimson in there, kick him in the balls and run.

See you in a week.

- B. Lancaster

     I stare at the letter with satisfaction and close the diary again before standing from the bed to put the diary and pen back.

     "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I ask myself with a tired tone. But before I could even die in boredom, I suddenly remember the art studio that I was in before Adie came. If I remember correctly, it's just at the top of this floor. So without wasting any more time, I head upstairs to the studio, which was conveniently just a hall away from master Claudio's office slash bedroom.

     I enter the studio, and like earlier, I was once again welcomed with the strong smell of paint. The room was brighter than earlier, and the covered painting that I saw was no longer there.

     "Damn, I wanted to see what it was."

     Adie probably took it away since she saw how I was about to take a peak earlier. I wanted to hear her talk too, but I was kind enough not to listen when she and Winter were talking. It's not like I'll lose anything anyway.

     As I continue to look around the studio, I stumbled upon an old notebook on the shelves where other sketchbooks could be found. I opened the notebook - expecting to see something interesting inside - but I was only disappointed when the notebook was actually empty. There were ripped pages and nothing more.

     I sigh in defeat and take a seat at a creaking chair in front of a drawing desk that's adjacent to a window. Now that it was morning, the view of the forest was surprisingly breathtaking. On the side of the drawing table was a bunch of pencils. I wasn't really artistically motivated since Alice was the one who loved painting, but I drew whenever I had the chance.

     To kill time, I decided to draw something on this notebook that I found. At first, I couldn't think of the right subject to draw, but as I close my eyes to think of something, an image suddenly appears in front of me.

     It was master Claudio Romano.

     The way he stared at me made my heart skip a beat. His scent was strong and captivating, his lips were pink and soft, and his eyes almost begged me to just strip in front of him so he could get a taste of me.

     I wanted him to touch me with those slender fingers and just call my name in his low-toned voice.

     "Bishop..." I remember him saying.

     A tingling sensation crawls up my spine, and I instantly open my eyes back, panting heavily as if I ran a marathon.

     I immediately place the notebook in front of me and grab a pencil. Before I could even forget the vivid image I have in my head, I start drawing him, tracing every detail that I saw just a couple of minutes ago.

     My hand moves on its own, almost like someone was controlling it for me.

     It took me at least thirty minutes to finally finish the sketch. And when it was over, I couldn't help but be impressed by my own work despite not being able to catch his beauty accurately. This was Claudio Romano, not the polite doctor that I was with at the office.

     This was the young master who looked at me with such an intense gaze. A gaze so intimate it melted my entire being in an instant.

    "Oh, Claudio..." I say as I touch the sketch that I just made, only pressing my fingers on it gently to not make a smudge.

     As I continue to stare at it with awe, something suddenly starts building up in me. My body heats up, and I look down and realize that there was already a huge bulge underneath my pants.

     I gulp and grab a hold of the bulge, gently massaging it with my fingers as my toes start to curl up. I look down at the desk again and was welcomed by the image of Claudio. His eyes look back at me, and I felt another shiver down my spine.

     Without even thinking about it, I finally unzip my pants and pull out my pulsating penis from my undergarment. It was almost dripping when I saw it. It was dying to be touched by something warm.

     Now with my left hand gripping on the edge of the desk, I run my sweaty right hand down my belly until I reach my manhood. I grab hold of it and move my hand in an upward-downward motion.

    I bite on my lower lip and look at the view in front of me before looking down at my sketch again. The sight of his face automatically made my hand move even faster.

     How sinful am I to start masturbating over a man I just met this morning. Will god ever forgive me for this?

     "Master...I want more of you master..." I whispered underneath my breath.

     I continue to move my hand, but deep down I knew that it was no longer enough. And so I stand from my seat and shamelessly bend over, pressing my cheek on the sketch that I made. My ass was directly adjacent to the door. I don't even remember if I locked it or not, but at this point, I didn't really care. 

     I let go of everything else that I was holding and snake my left hand down to my butt cheeks so I could spread them open. Before putting a finger in, I put my index and middle finger inside my mouth first, wetting them with my hot tongue. When it was wet enough, I finally slide my index finger inside first.

     The feeling of something pushing against me made me bite on my lip harder until I could feel it start bleeding. I push the finger deeper and deeper until I was used to the shape. It's been a while since I've done this so it's a bit uncomfortable.

     After a while, my hole finally relaxed, and I push the second finger in. As I go deeper, saliva uncontrollably starts oozing out of my mouth, staining the sketch that I made for my master.

     When both fingers were now inside, I start pulling and pushing it in, letting my fingers do the work for me, imagining that these fingers were owned by someone else; someone like the man in my sketch.

     My hole eventually tightens around them, but I could no longer stop this sinful act. I close my eyes, sweat dripping down my forehead as I feel the climax getting closer.

     "Claudio...oh Claudio..." I moan as my fingers move even faster.

     I imagine Claudio standing behind me, pressing his body against my back while his fingers continue to thrust inside. He then leans closer to me and whispers in my ear, "You're so tight, Bishop..."

     My body shivers after one final push. And as I feel my seed getting ready to burst, I stand back straight and rip the sketch from the notebook and use it to catch all the cum that finally shot out of me, making sure none of it stains the floor.

     My body relaxes in an instant, and I pull my fingers out of my hole.

     The sketch was expectedly ruined, so I crumpled it and threw it inside the trash bin before putting my pants back on.

     I was panting heavily, and the successful masturbation gave my entire body a sense of relief. It's been a while since I've done that so I was very pent up.

     "How amazing it would have been if it was the real one," I saw as I rip another page from the notebook and use it to clean my hand.

     As I was wiping my hand dry, the bell from earlier suddenly rings throughout the manor like earlier.

     "Lunch must be ready," I say as I leave the notebook at the drawing table so I could head downstairs, pretending as if nothing happened. But as soon as step out of the studio, my legs almost weakened when I saw the master himself walking in my direction.

     My body freezes in an instant as he walks closer to me.

     "Oh, Bishop," he says, and for a moment I thought I was going to cum for the second time just by the mere mention of my name from his mouth. "I'm glad you heard the bell," he says.

     "Y-Yes..." I awkwardly say, trying my best not to make eye contact with the same man I jerked off to just moments ago.

     I thought he was finally going to leave, but then he stares at my face and reaches out to me. To my surprise, he touches my lower lip, making me gulp and forcing me to look straight at him again.

     "You're bleeding," he then says, wiping the blood off my lip with his thumb.

     At that moment I just wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Why is this so embarrassing now when I didn't even care if I left the door unlocked earlier?

     "What on earth were you doing in Adeline's studio for you to bruise your lower lip like that?" He then asks, making me nervously laugh.

     "I-It's kinda embarrassing...but...I was just...doing sketches," I was able to answer. But by how nervous I sounded, even a child would know I was lying.

     Master Claudio continues to stare at me for a couple more seconds before finally nodding his head and walking away. The reaction surprised me because I thought he was going to question me, but I guess such a reaction made things easier for me instead. I guess he either believed in my lie and thought that I was just embarrassed by the fact that I draw, or he knows I'm lying and he just doesn't want to know what I was really doing.

     Anyway, who really cares? I'm just glad he didn't catch on.

     "Bishop, what are you still standing there for? Marcelino and Adeline must already be waiting for us," he suddenly says, making me flinch.

     "Y-Yes master," I say as immediately follow behind him. I couldn't believe that I'm now walking behind the same person who I busted my nut for. And oh god, he smells even better now. He must have already taken a bath.

     "Wait, what the fuck am I even thinking? Why do I sound like a complete stalker all of a sudden?" I say to myself as I continue to walk behind Claudio.

     While staring at his back in silence, Master Claudio suddenly asks, "How do you find the manor so far?"

     The sudden question surprised me, but I truthfully answer him, "It's massive, and a bit creepy if I'm being honest, but for a large manor like this, it's natural to feel lonely when there's only the four of us here."

     The master chuckles and nods his head as if he agrees with my statement. "My grandfather was the one who built this. He was a doctor too, and he earned enough money to make such an enormous structure. The materials used are made of fine wood that's strong enough to withstand storms, but the storm three years ago finally took a toll on the manor and destroyed a lot of its rooms," he explains.

     "Is that why a lot of rooms are closed?"

     "That's right, but aside from the storm, the war damaged a huge part of the manor as well. Believe it or not, this used to be bigger," he explains further. I wasn't expecting to hear some history about the manor from master Claudio himself so I'm a bit surprised.

    "Growing up, I had a lot of memories in this place. There's just one thing that I really hated about it," he then says, making me furrow my brows.

     Master Claudio pauses for a second before finally saying, "The walls here are thin."

     My feet instantly stops moving as soon as I heard him say those words. At that moment I felt like the whole manor was going to fall on me.

     "W-What did you just say?"

     Master Claudio stops walking as well. He then looks over his shoulder to look back at me. With a mischievous grin on his face, he says, "Isn't it too soon for you to start moaning my name...Mr. Bishop?"

to be continued...