Dane Margeauland is a fine man, a noble and intelligent man, a far better man than I could ever hope to be. That is why I now drive his car, care for his house, and fuck his wife. When I fuck his wife he watches from the darkness, crouching in the corner as I debase her with myself. To her I am an animal and when I touch her delicate skin we share in the abomination.
My skin is different than them, hence I serve them, I am disfigured, my body twisted, my shoulder bent beneath my hump... he calls it a tumor. I know what I am, I see it in the faces when I drive him into town, I hear the women gasp. Small children cry, older children laugh and before I began driving for Mr. Margeauland they would pummel me with rocks and mud.
It was one of those times, as I stumbled in the alley pulling the molded bread from the rubbish when they later attacked me. In the darkness of the alley they didn't just throw rocks, they had large sticks which they beat me with. In the wide streets I could usually escape or else someone would take pity and stop them, but in the alley I couldn't get away and no one was around to run them off. When I realized I could not escape, I simply kneeled before them and endured the blows, endured the pain until dark closed in from the edge of my eyes. I was ready to die. That was when I first met Mr. Margeauland as he grabbed my hand, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me to hospital.
Later, when I woke up, I found myself in a bed, my body covered in white bandage. I slept a lot then, but each time I woke I could hear a woman talking to me, telling me how lucky I was that Mr. Margeauland saved me. She said the man was paying for my stay, this man I didn't even know.
As I got better he let me work around his giant house, I would wash cars, scrub the floors, take out trash and whatever he told me to do. He kept me doing those jobs until one day I overhead a terrible fight between Mr. Margeauland and his new wife. He called her a whore and a slut as he screamed at her. It wasn't until later when I heard some of the other house workers talking that I found out why he screamed so at her.
They said he caught his wife with the driver of her car. It was only a short time later that he came to me and told me of a different job. It was late one evening that he called me into the library. As he sipped on a red drink he talked to me, speaking very slowly.
"Thorpe, I want to talk to you about a new job I need you to perform. If you do it well for me you will become the new driver. Besides your duties as driver you will need to do no other tasks for me and I will pay you the same as I have for all your fine work. I will also allow you to move into one of the bedrooms in the main house. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I replied.
"In the past I have asked you to show the utmost respect to my family and guests and I would like you to continue to do so, however I will ask you to do something you may think contrary to my request. I want you to understand, this thing I will ask of you is my bidding alone and you will tell no one. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Tonight and on other nights I will ask you to enter Lady Margeauland's bedroom at nine o'clock sharp. The Lady will be in the room on the bed and I will be seated in the darkness, you may or may not be able to see me. On occasion I may not be alone, but you will pay no attention to me except to follow my instructions. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"When you enter the bedroom you will follow only my instructions, you will ignore anything the Lady tells you. This is for when you are in her bedroom only, you will follow
only
my instructions. There may be times I may instruct you to do something that you think will hurt the Lady or she may cry out. Understand that I alone will tell you when to do these things and you must do them even if it the Lady asks you to stop. Can you do this for me Thorpe?"
"Yes sir."
"Good then, you can go and clean up for the day and at nine o'clock I want you to come to Lady Margeauland's bedroom. If all goes well tonight I will have the staff help you move into one of the empty rooms. And Thorpe, if you are asked by any of the staff why you have been allowed into the room simply tell them you are doing a special job for me, nothing more. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I replied.
"Thank you Thorpe, I will see you tonight at nine."
"When I come to the Lady's bedroom."
Mr. Margeauland nodded, so I turned and left the room.
I returned to my quarters in the servant's house and cleaned myself up. I was nervous about what he wanted me to do, but he is a good man so I know whatever he would tell me to do I would obey. I remained in my quarters until a few minutes before nine, when I walked to the main house, went up the stairs and into Lady Margeauland's bedroom.
I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed in a gown. In the corner I saw Mr. Margeauland sitting with another woman. Carefully closing the door behind me I stepped into the room.
