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Alk quit. Or so I was told. He had stood outside the door on the day I first worked with Lusk. It was the day I understood why Carn seemed so upset all the time. Everything hurt. Lusk sat back in his bed, panting, and told me I can go back to my room. The delicacies would resume to be served. I put back on what clothes remained intact throughout the work. Stepping out as instructed, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected off the tall mirror in the room. A little girl, tear-marks, bruises, and tattered clothing.

When I creaked the door open and walked out, I discovered Alk crouched down just by the entrance of the room. His hands were covering his face. Muffled mumbles leaked out between his fingers.
"...what am I doing..."
Alk noticed me, moved away his hands and revealed his face. He eyes were red, just like me. I wondered if he also had done work with Lusk too.

Alk remained absolutely still as he stared at me, scanning me up and down. His face started to grow red, blushing with anger to match the redness of his eyes. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists then stood up.

The door to Lusk's room was kicked open with a tremendous bang. Lusk, who still was lying in his bed gave a startled look at Alk, who stood at the entrance of the room. Alk bellowed.
"You son of a bitch! What in the light's name is wrong with you?"
Screams echoed.
"How dare you speak to me that way! I am your master!"
"I serve people! You are a PIG!"
"Why you little..."
A wave of servants rushed inside the room. Supposedly they heard the voices being raised. As they passed me some attempted to ignore my presence altogether. Some took one glance at me, shook their heads and continued to march in.
"Grab him! And get the damn girl back to her room!"
One servant grasped my hand and led me away.
"You monster! You promised the other girl that you wouldn't do exactly this!"
Walking further away. Struggling noises. Fading howls. Lusk's voice.
"She's gone, isn't she? Who's going to give a damn about what I do?"
Quieter.
"I'll give a damn! And she's not 'gone', you bastard! She's de-"
Muffled.
"She quit. We decided on that, no?"
"You ordered -muffle- to ki-"
And silence. Back to my room. With Mun. No more thoughts. I'm tired.

Next morning, and I'm told Alk quit. Maybe so did Carn, and she's out there.

The servants kept an unusual hushed-silence in front of me from that day forward. They only spoke the bare necessities like "I'll the tray.", "Here's the food", and "Wake up, it's time for work.". Seemed like they were scared of something.  

We're brought better food as promised. A servant held up the similar silver tray from before. Mun's delighted.
Yes just be happy
He's about to dig in his bite into the bread, but he stops. He gazes at me like he's seen a ghost. His face shrivels to a whimper.
No no no
"No, no, no."
I repeat what's ringing in my head. Whimpers turn to sniffles. He inches away from me. I turn my head to see a reflective surface.

A blank gaze, frowning eyes, pale skin. A ghost. A hollow shell painted with torment and despair. A victim.

From then I realized I can't show anything I was mustering up deep below. All that I show would be sorrow. That can't maintain happy Mun. If I can't maintain happy Mun the ringing screeches viciously into my mind.

The work with Lusk continue. A new servant leads me to Lusk's room. The middle-of-the-sleep wake-ups, the food, and the pain continue. But my outer frown can't. It needs to hide.

At first it's a challenge. I tried forcefully smiling in front of Mun. He shrieks.
"Eyes! Eyes! Stop!"
I resemble a monstrous expression when I force emotions. That can't work out. But what if I let loose everything?

The wake-ups come. Okay. Work with Lusk. Okay. Good food. Okay. Mun. Yes.

Mun's encroaching unease when he stared into my face carried on, yet with diminishing degrees. One day he asks me if I'm finally feeling better. Another day I notice my face looking frozen. Lusk complained something along the lines of the 'work' having lost some of its magic. I can falsely smile now to Mun. He doesn't notice anything, not even the eyes.

Something in me disintegrated. Hopefully my tendency to make sad eyes at Mun. Maybe the sense of distraught displeasures that swept over me during work. Or maybe just feelings in whole. Either way Mun no longer made anguished expressions, so that meant no more secondary torment toward me, aside from the primary torment from work. The ringing voices continued, but only with positive things that wouldn't bother or twist my heart around like the usually chants it gave off.
Happy Mun
Good
Good. This was good. I stilled hated most this house, but now I had confidence that I could indefinitely go on like this.

Okay. Well then, let's continue.