“This is your new family. Behave.” Your eyes were glued to the ground, your head lowered, just like they had taught you. The door in front of you opened, but you didn’t look up yet. The aunt that brought you here did the usual small talk with the martha as they guided you inside. From what you could see, it was a huge house. Luxurious but traditional. Nothing you didn’t expect.

“You must be our new handmaid. Blessed be the fruit.” A gruff, male voice cut through the air. Curiosity and disgust mixed together, but you forced yourself to keep your head down. You wanted to know who he was, your new commander, commander Barnes. The man who would use you one day a month, trying to get you pregnant. You wanted to grab a knife and push it right into his heart. But instead, you spoke up, your voice soft. “May the Lord open.” You asshole.

But now, you couldn’t resist. You lifted up your head, only a little, only to catch a small glimpse of this fucked up family. The man was tall. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Clean shaven. Short hair. Under other circumstances he would be considered attractive. The woman was shorter, blonde. A sour expression on her face. The wives always hated the handmaids. And vice versa.

After settling into your new room, you sat down on your bed and sighed. You would get through this. Somehow, you would survive. A knock interrupted your thoughts and you turned your head to the door, expecting the Martha to enter your room. But it was the commander. You sat up straight, but you were too surprised to lower your head again. He closed the door behind him and slowly approached you. “I’m gonna get you out of here.”
… What?