Life As A Servant - Chapter 82

After passing through the first gate, the other guards didn’t bother Bin. They busied themselves with patrolling the vast garden and only threw cursory glances at him. Though it’s his first time coming here, Bin didn’t act confused, he pushed the towering gates leading to the inside of the manor and was soon welcomed by a grand hall decorated with all kinds of ancient antics. He paid them no heed and started searching for any signs of Rika. The place was too big to search every inch so he ended up inquiring about the Miss’ room from a passing maid.

Fortunately, every servant seemed too busy to bother him, moreover, in rich households, it isn’t too uncommon to see a new servant hired every day. Though, Jasmine’s house is an exception as all the workers were long-timers and were very few in number.

The wide hall split in four extremely long corridors, wide enough to fit ten people. From start to finish, the ground was enveloped by a soft red carpet and the walls were filled with all kinds of gigantic paintings. His master’s house is luxurious but it truly paled in comparison to this one. It seems that Rika’s family really knew how to flaunt their wealth.

After debating whether to reveal himself to Rika or not, Bin decided against that. He’s going to watch for a while and see what’s really going on lest he had to come here again. The girl seemed pretty distressed and on the verge of breaking down so it’s necessary to locate the source of the problem, which is, probably, her father, who must’ve done something to her, at least that’s the current speculation.

Around fifteen minutes later, Bin managed to find a jet black door which is the only one different from the rest. This led to Rika’s room, which was located at the end of the Western corridor and isolated from the rest, either purposely or not.

He leaned his ear closer to the door only to the sounds of a crying girl though it was almost inaudible. After thinking for a moment, he stiffly stood there, pondering about something before retreating to the side and patiently waiting.
for visiting.

Bin felt his phone vibrating so he took it out and saw that Jasmine was bombarding him with messages. He gave her a brief reply then turned the device off, afraid that it might cause him problems later on.

Thankfully, Bin didn’t have to wait for long as Rika’s father appeared not long after. He seemed to have come back home and immediately headed to his daughter’s room. The servant hid at an unnoticeable corner at the end of the corridor and watched as the father knocked on the door a few times.

Surprisingly, Rika opened the door and, without even conversing him, followed the slightly excited father, who quickened his steps as he led his daughter elsewhere. Bin waited till they’re a bit far then followed them, trying to make as less sound as he could.

Inside the manor, the father wasn’t followed by his bodyguards and seemed pretty relaxed. The two walked for fifty meters or so before entering one of the random rooms to the left. Bin stood a distance away, inspecting the surroundings and ascertaining that no one was around before walking closer to the closed door.

‘It seems he made sure no servants are here.’

Unlike earlier, there was a total absence of any passing maids, who are always busy cleaning every corner of this ‘castle’. As he stood before the door, Bin heard a clicking sound but no voices, either from the father or the daughter. He waited a few more minutes before grabbing the handle and slowly opening the door, which wasn’t locked, by the way.

He leaned to the side and peeked at the room only to find it empty. Everything was neatly ordered, the bed was organized and nothing was touched which left the young man confused. After looking for a few more seconds, he cautiously entered the room and glanced around, trying to find something out of order.

‘A secret room how clich. Must all wealthy people have something like this?’

Bin was sure he saw them enter this room so the only plausible explanation was the presence of some sort of a hidden room. A couple of minutes of searching passed by and Bin finally found the entrance, which wasn’t really hidden as it was left slightly open.

‘Is he so sure that no one will come so he left it open or?’

Bin touched the enormous bookshelf, which acted like a rotating doorway. It was open and behind it, there were stairs that led underground. Bin controlled his breathing and soundlessly passed through that entrance, making his way downstairs. The place became a bit chilly and even creepy as the lighting was half-red and half-white.

He had only just taken three steps only to hear an excited voice

“I’m feeling inspirational today so it’ll be a great shoot!”

The same voice then continued: “Hurry up! Your mother will come back in an hour.”

Bin hesitated for a split second before continuing. In the end he saw a metal wall and a table with all kinds of papers and unrecognizable objects. He hid behind the thick wall and peeked to the right, which was the only open area(the left was a huge metal shelf with empty containers).

The sight Bin saw was really surprising, leaving him dumbstruck for at least five seconds. There was a bright lighting and several panels, like a model shoot. In the middle, there was the trembling Rika holding onto her hoodie and barely controlling herself. As for her father, he was busy readying a big camera, which was pointed at his daughter.

“You better start undressing or I’ll do it myself.”

Once he said that, the girl was forced to do as he said. As for Bin, he continued peeking, not believing that this matter was actually something so twisted. He thought it’s sexual abuse or domestic violence but this is not any different, it’s perhaps even worse. It’s obvious she’s doing it against her will but what the servant didn’t understand is why the girl is obediently complying with his wishes.

‘Will he beat her if she refuses or what?’

Bin looked at the frightened Rika removing her hoodie and preparing to completely undress.

‘What to do?’

He bit his lower lips and retracted his head, going over countless plans but not finding the perfect solution. Even if he messages Jasmine and tells the truth, it’ll be too late by then. If he reveals himself, it’ll also be problematic. As his mind was being rampaged with numerous ridiculous thoughts, he heard a desperate cry for help.

“Ah!”

Bin massaged his temples and clenched his fists, truly in a dilemma.

‘Fuck it’

Having had enough of her slow movement and both embarrassed and frightened behavior, the father walked up to Rika and pushed her on the wall then lowered his hands, seemingly about to undress her himself.

It was then that he saw his daughter look behind him, surprised, she was about to say something only for another cry to escape her mouth.