The Cruel Command Echoes... Part 2

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The elderly woman’s hands trembled as she pressed the scrub brush harder into the cold marble. Her knees ached against the hard floor, but she didn’t dare stop. Sweat mixed with the soapy water dripping down her wrinkled forehead.

"Faster!" the young woman snapped, towering over her in designer heels that clicked sharply with every impatient step. "I didn’t marry into this family to live with your mess. My friends are coming over soon, and I won’t have them seeing this filth."

The mother-in-law kept her eyes down, biting her lip to hold back the tears. Every muscle in her back screamed in protest as she pushed the brush back and forth in wide, desperate circles. The luxurious hallway stretched endlessly before her, crystal chandeliers sparkling above like silent witnesses to her humiliation.

"You think this is bad?" the cruel voice continued. "Wait until you clean the entire guest bathroom next. With a toothbrush. I want every tile gleaming." The young woman crossed her arms, a smug smile playing on her perfectly made-up face.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall. The mother-in-law’s heart skipped a beat. Was it her son finally coming home? Would he see what his wife had reduced her to?

The young woman noticed the brief flicker of hope in the old lady’s eyes and laughed coldly. "Don’t get any ideas. He knows exactly how things work in this house now. You’re lucky I even let you stay under our roof."

The elderly woman’s grip tightened on the brush until her knuckles turned white. Memories of better days flashed through her mind—when this mansion felt like a home, not a prison. But those days were gone, replaced by endless chores and cutting words.

She scrubbed even harder, the bristles scraping loudly against the marble. A small part of her wondered how much longer she could endure this. The young woman leaned down closer, her expensive perfume overwhelming. "That’s better. But don’t think for a second that you’re done. There’s still the kitchen floor waiting after this."

The hallway fell silent again except for the relentless scrubbing. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the grand space. The mother-in-law glanced up for just a moment, catching the young woman checking her phone with a satisfied grin.

What would happen when the guests arrived? Would the humiliation stop there, or was this only the beginning of another long evening of commands and degradation? The old woman’s tired eyes returned to the floor, her body moving mechanically, but inside, a quiet storm was building.