Seed of Possession

“Giselle walked fiercely toward the room where Chantal was locked by her husband, with Miranda following silently and carefully behind. All the servants of the mansion they passed by were murmuring and gossiping about what they were witnessing. Many of them thought that perhaps Giselle had finally reached her limit and would create a scandal inside the mansion.

“Where are they going?” One maid whispered to her co-worker.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to get in their way. I don’t want to lose my job,” the maid whispered back as they pretended to clean the hallway.

The maid could feel the dark aura emanating from Giselle, permeating the mansion’s hallway. She had no intention of being a hindrance in her way; she wanted to live longer.

“Wait… I think I know where they are going,” another maid whispered.

“Where?”

“To Madam Chantal and Master Lorenzo’s room.”

Giselle quickly reached Chantal and Lorenzo’s room. At first, she knocked on the door. “How silly of me,” Giselle murmured as she faced Miranda.

“Get the duplicate key from the Head Butler of this mansion. Tell them it’s an emergency, and the reason is someone might end up in the hospital,” Giselle ordered Miranda. Miranda quickly nodded to Giselle as she searched for the Head Butler.

Giselle crossed her arms while waiting for Miranda. She looked again at the big, thick wooden door in front of her. Even though the door was locked and closed, Giselle could still smell the mix of sperm, sweat, and smoke from a familiar drug she had last encountered at her mother’s house when she first arrived as a child. She knew the effects of it, having witnessed its impact on her mother and the other girls.

After minutes of waiting, Miranda came to Giselle, panting and exhausted from running around the mansion. “Madam, here’s the key!” She said while catching her breath.

Giselle silently took the key from Miranda as she got it and opened the door. “Cover your nose,” Giselle said to Miranda, who obediently followed. As soon as Giselle opened the door, the smell of drugs instantly wafted into the hallway of the mansion.

Giselle quickly entered the room, walking towards the king-size bed of the couple. Miranda quietly followed Giselle, and her eyes widened when she saw Chantal’s condition on the bed.

Chantal lay on the bed, covered in semen all over her body, with her legs spread wide open. Her hips were still trembling, and she had not yet recovered from what had happened to her with Lorenzo. She was delirious due to the drugs, and the scent in the room heightened her libido. She would be aroused, see things, and feel euphoric during sex, despite any pain or injury.

Giselle blankly stared at Chantal, finding it ironic that the once demure Chantal had become a plaything for Lorenzo, even with sperm on her mouth.

“Miranda, open the window and prepare a bathtub filled with ice cubes,” Giselle ordered, and Miranda obediently complied.

Miranda felt discomfort in her intimate area, and she began to notice that her nipples were hardening. However, she chose to ignore these sensations because she was a servant and butler in Monteverde’s household, committed to maintaining professionalism no matter the circumstances.

As soon as the windows opened, Miranda experienced a sense of relief. She took a deep breath and proceeded to open the rest of the room’s windows. Afterward, she left the room to fetch a bag of ice cubes for the bathtub.

While waiting for Miranda to finish the task assigned to her, Giselle got onto the bed, which was covered in sperm. She crawled on top of Chantal, placing her ears near Chantal’s mouth, where she heard a faint voice pleading for help. Giselle had already heard Chantal’s desperate call for assistance when she entered the room.

“Look at what your husband has done to you; he has plucked you and drained you dry to create a beautiful memento of you,” Giselle said to Chantal as she moved to Chantal’s side. With determination, she helped Chantal sit up, causing Chantal to immediately start vomiting. “Wow, look at all the protein your husband made you ingest,” Giselle commented while patting Chantal’s back. Chantal was continuously vomiting, and Giselle focused on helping her expel everything from her stomach to the point that she didn’t hear when Miranda entered the room and went to the bathroom.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After filling the bathtub with a bag of ice cubes, Miranda quickly left the bathroom to call Giselle. When she arrived at the scene, Miranda witnessed Chantal vomiting. She looked down at the pure white vomit and realized what it was. She immediately covered her mouth, trying not to vomit herself due to the gross scene she was witnessing.

“Come here and help me carry Chantal to the bathtub,” Giselle said loudly and clearly to Miranda.

“Yes, Madam,” Miranda replied to Giselle as she walked towards the bed and got onto it to help Chantal get up. As soon as she got in, she immediately smelled the sweat, sperm, and the strange odor coming from Chantal. She wanted to vomit because of what she was smelling and seeing, but she had to assist Giselle. Miranda helped Giselle carry Chantal into the shower room. Both of them used all their strength to lift Chantal, and after some time, they successfully placed her in the bathtub filled with ice.

“Is this okay, Madam Giselle?” Miranda asked, looking worried at Chantal lying in the bathtub with the ice cubes. “Won’t she get hypothermia?” She added.

“She will be okay. If we don’t do this, she will die in bed, and she will be known as a woman who died because of oversex,” Giselle answered Miranda as she walked closely to Chantal, spreading ice cubes evenly throughout her body. From chest to toe, she was covered in ice cubes. This is the way to get rid of some of the drugs in her system and to help her regain consciousness.

“How could Master Lorenzo do this to her? He loves Madam Chantal,” Miranda commented while looking pityingly at Chantal. Giselle just chuckled at what Miranda said as she glanced at her.

“Your Master Lorenzo cheated on his wife. It’s not that surprising that after bringing his mistress into the mansion, he would do these kinds of things to his wife,” Giselle said. Giselle was not shocked by what she was seeing right now because growing up in an environment where the body is a business, this scenario became not a big deal to her.

“Hmmmmm… Cold.”

Miranda quickly walked towards Chantal when she heard her murmuring. “Madam, are you okay?” Miranda asked Chantal, who was slowly opening her eyes.

“Stay still, don’t move. Your body is on the verge of breaking. You need to stay still to alleviate the soreness and remove the remnants of drugs from your system,” Giselle bluntly said to Chantal as she looked down at her coldly.

“Thank you… Thank you…” Chantal repeatedly whispered as her eyes slowly closed again.

“Don’t sleep; I saved you now. It’s time to repay my kindness,” Giselle said as she landed a hard slap on Chantal’s face. Chantal quickly opened her eyes and looked at Giselle in shock.

“Now, did Lorenzo already know my secret?” Giselle straightly asked Chantal.

Chantal took a deep breath as she realized why Giselle had come to the room and why Giselle was doing these things to her. For that, she would repay her immediately.

“Lorenzo already knew about it. In the garden, Maxine also heard the arguments. And while Lorenzo was ravishing my body, he spilled that he also told Grandfather. He is planning to reveal Xander’s scheme in the meeting,” Chantal weakly said to Giselle, telling her the information she was sure she wanted to hear. Chantal is a quick-witted girl who already knows what people want.

“Did she kidnap my daughter?” Giselle straightly asked the sleepy Chantal.

“I don’t know; she didn’t tell me anything about the plan of kidnapping. The only thing she said is that she will gather evidence and show the proof to the family and Grandfather,” Chantal weakly answered as she slowly slipped down in the bathtub. Giselle pulled up Chantal to avoid her from drowning in the bathtub.

“I will help you escape this family, but first, you need to do something for me,” Giselle whispered in her ear.

“Hmmmmmm….. Yeshhh…. I will do anything for you, just let me escape this hell,” Chantal said in a sleepy, gibberish voice.

“Good, I like that principle of yours,” Giselle said with a smirk as she glanced at Miranda.

“Call a servant to get Chantal and transfer her to the guestroom. Dress her up, and after that, take this woman to the hospital. She has a severe case of laceration,” Giselle said as she dipped her hand and touched Chantal’s private part, inserting her finger.

“You would have obviously died if I hadn’t come here.”

Miranda just look at her mistress as she felt sad and angry about what happened to her.

” Flora will be sad if she learned about this”