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"How do you feel? Much better, right?" Although the maids were filled with fear and unease, they displayed smiles of approval on their faces. They knew that any small mistake could become the spark of Mario's anger. In the unpredictable atmosphere created by Mario, the maids learned how to find ways to survive in fear and how to satisfy Mario's self-esteem with the most appropriate words.
Mario showed a satisfied smile in response to the maids' answers. His gaze swept across each person's face, exuding a composed demeanor and a confidence that seemed to control everything, tensing the atmosphere in the entire room. While the maids' answers carried fear and tension, they also revealed a hint of disbelief in what they were saying. Their eyes were filled with a desire to survive, yet they dared not express any objections to Mario's preferences.
"Excellent! That's it, I love this style," Mario said with satisfaction, then pointed at his reflection in the mirror as if showcasing a priceless piece of art. "Look, isn't this the perfect combination? Power, beauty, and... an unpredictable sense of danger."
He turned and walked lightly towards the door, the maids quickly lowered their heads to avoid meeting his gaze, but inwardly they all breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that this test had passed for the time being. Mario's voice came from the doorway, carrying an unquestionable command, "Get ready, for tonight's revelry, I want everyone to see the real me."
The maids exchanged a glance, took a deep breath, and understood that tonight would be another trial, but at least for this moment, they could find temporary peace. As Mario disappeared behind the door, the tense atmosphere in the room eased slightly, but everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
"Good dog, don't you think this looks much better?" Tom lay at Mario's feet like a true dog, filled with fear and humiliation. But when Mario gently stroked his head, he involuntarily nodded, trying to show acceptance and obedience to this humiliating touch. Tom glanced at Toad gasping for breath in the corner, filled with an atmosphere of pain and shame. Tom knew he couldn't let himself sink to Toad's level, even if it meant enduring more humiliation.
Mario saw Tom nodding, and his smile became even more pronounced. He seemed extremely satisfied and excited to be able to control and manipulate a former human so easily. To Mario, Tom was no longer a dignified person, but just a plaything in his hands, an object that he could shape and torment at will.
"It seems like you've really learned how to be a good dog," Mario said with a smile, suddenly increasing the force in his hand, causing Tom to feel a pang of pain. But he dared not show any resistance, and could only silently endure. At that moment, Tom keenly felt his helplessness and despair, realizing that his life was completely at the mercy of Mario's will.
Mario's voice slowly approached the door with his footsteps, sounding indifferent yet threatening as it echoed through the silent room. He casually patted Tom's head, as if confirming his absolute control over this pitiful creature. Tom lay on the ground, feeling the weight of Mario's hand, a symbol of power and a ruthless reminder of his current situation.
"Clean up this place," Mario's tone brooked no argument, his sensitivity to any dirt in his room appearing unusually acute. "And then, get your incompetent master out of my room." His gaze swept over Toad cowering in the corner, his disdain and contempt evident in his eyes.
Turning to Tom, Mario's voice carried a hint of mockery, "You better perform better next time, or else I might just find you a more demanding owner... perhaps Luigi?" With that, a wicked smile crept onto his lips, as if he was already imagining the scenes of abuse and madness when Tom is handed over to Luigi.
Mario turned and left, leaving everyone in the room in silence and fear. Tom felt a chill down his spine from Mario's words, while Toad felt panic about the fate awaiting him. In the room, only the sound of cleaning and a stifling atmosphere remained, as everyone tried to digest what had just happened.
As the sound of Mario's footsteps gradually faded into the distance, Tom felt a tremendous pressure finally lift from his shoulders. His body, under the grip of tension and fear, finally found a moment of relaxation, as if a tightly drawn bowstring had suddenly snapped after being pulled taut for a long time, and he collapsed weakly to the ground. Throughout the entire ordeal, Tom felt as though he had spent days and nights on a battlefield, every second filled with the unknown and panic. Now, even as he lay on the cold, hard floor, the sense of relief from deep within made him instantly forget the physical pain and bruises.
In Mario's eyes, he was nothing more than an object to be manipulated and humiliated at will. Every touch and every command left a deep imprint on Tom's psyche, gradually eroding his self-esteem and will. At this moment, as Mario departed, the fleeting sense of freedom made him almost want to cry. But even in this moment, Tom was clear that this relief was only temporary. The environment he was in and the person who controlled his fate still existed.
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