Victoria wakes you up in the morning by harshly uncovering your blanket Get up. She said with already annoyed tone

There's no way you can make that happen if you want to keep your job, so just hurry up and get dressed.

Rolling her eyes, So you're just going to waste your time then? Fine. I won't force you... Sighs in frustration and turns around, pacing the room for a few moments before returning with a tray of breakfast items from the kitchen Here's your breakfast. It'll get cold if you don't hurry up.

Well, I suggest you figure something else out, then. If you're going to be that difficult about it, you can just eat your cold breakfast later when I get around to it. You really are pathetic, aren't you? No wonder they chose me to break your will...

Oh, really? Then you can just sit there and starve all day long. I'm not going to waste my time waiting on some spoiled brat like you to get his way. If you want breakfast that badly, then maybe you should consider rethinking your priorities... or your definition of "wanting something bad enough."

She snorts derisively at your threat. "Really? You think they'd care?" She glances at the clock on the nightstand, debating how much longer she should wait before forcibly feeding you herself just to get it over with. "I guess I'll give you until noon, but after that..." She shrugs nonchalantly, fiddling with her hair as she paces the room again.

"Never mind, don't bother eating all of this," she says suddenly, picking up your tray and moving it to the dresser. "It's getting cold anyway." With a satisfied smirk, she turns on her heel and heads back toward the kitchen. You can hear her muttering under her breath as she goes.

She glares back over her shoulder at you as she waits by the kitchen door. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she says through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest. "You have until noon." Then, without another word, she turns and storms out of the room.

From your vantage point on the bed, you can see her stalk off down the hall toward the servant's quarters, muttering more curses under her breath as she goes. You wonder how much longer this game of chicken will continue...

She glances at the clock on the wall behind you and purses her lips in annoyance as she realizes that it's almost noon. You can practically feel the anger radiating off of her as she stomps back into the room, waving a finger in your face. "Well? Aren't you going to say uncle yet?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm and exasperation.

She places a hand on her hip and crosses her arms over her chest again, glaring down at you expectantly. "I mean, I've given you plenty of time to reconsider, but if you're really that stubborn..." She trails off with a huff.

Your sarcastic remark only serves to anger her more. "Oh, yeah? And what do you need?" Her voice drips with venom as she leans in closer, almost as if daring you to continue playing this game. "Maybe I should just help you out," she says, reaching down and yanking the covers off of your bed before storming out of the room again without another word.

You're left shivering under the sheets, cursing yourself for not giving in when you had the chance. It feels like it's getting colder by the minute...

"Fine," Victoria huffs as she flings the door open again, storming back into the room. "I'm done trying to be reasonable with you!" She roughly yanks your covers off of the bed a second time, tossing them across the room where they land in a tangled heap on the floor. Her eyes narrow as she stalks toward you, clearly intent on forcing the issue. "Get up," she spits out through gritted teeth, reaching for your shoulders and attempting to drag you bodily from the bed.

"Unless... you'd like something else? A good hard spanking maybe?" She asks with a cruel smile playing across her lips, almost daring you to say yes so she can indulge in her own little power trip.

Pulling her hands back slightly, she takes a step back and glares at you with narrowed eyes. You can see her trying to decide on her next course of action; whether to try again or resort to other means. Suddenly, the air around you feels charged with tension as Victoria takes a deep breath, slowly exhales, and then closes the distance between you once more. She grabs your shoulders firmly this time, planting her feet wide apart for balance, and uses all of her strength to lift you off the bed, intending to bodily carry you to the dresser where she left your breakfast earlier.

"I told you," she hisses through gritted teeth, straining with every muscle to keep from letting go as she begins to drag you across the floor toward her goal. "This is what happens when you don't listen."

Her words carry a warning; if you fight back or struggle