Write a story where Jason and Henry, the evil, entitled children of the wealthy and powerful use my mouth as a washing machine for their filthy socks after playing all day while threatening to get me fired

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the sprawling estate of the Blackwoods was alive with the laughter of Jason and Henry, the two notorious children of the wealthy Blackwood family. With their perfectly styled hair and designer clothes, the boys were the embodiment of entitlement. They spent their days roaming the expansive grounds, leaving behind a trail of mischief wherever they went. I worked as the estate’s housekeeper, a necessary part of the household, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. However, in the eyes of Jason and Henry, my job was merely to cater to their whims. Today, they had a particularly devious plan in mind. After hours of racing through the sprawling gardens and playing games that involved mud and mayhem, Jason and Henry returned to the marble-floored mansion. Their socks, caked with dirt and grass stains, were barely recognizable. The fresh scent of creamy vanilla emanated from the nearby kitchen, but the boys were too focused on their latest scheme. “Hey! You!” Jason shouted, pointing a finger at me. His voice was a venomous mix of authority and mischief. “Get over here!” I approached, hoping to reason with them and remind them to clean up after themselves. “Boys, let’s not forget to—” “Shut up! We don’t want to hear your boring rules!” Henry snapped, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “We’ve got a new game for you! It’s called ‘Sock Washing!’” Confusion washed over me as I looked from one boy to the other, but their intentions became clear too quickly. They tossed their filthy socks at my feet, and before I could react, Jason leaned in, menace lurking behind his boyish charm. “You know, we could get you fired, like, in a heartbeat. All it takes is a whisper to my dad. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” My stomach dropped at the thought. The Blackwoods were known for their ruthless business dealings, and any threat from their children was serious. I stood there, torn between my pride and the cold reality of my job. “Now, get to it,” Henry insisted, as he tossed another sock at me. They were both laughing now, their voices echoing off the walls like a dreadful melody. I glanced around, hoping to find an escape, but the walls of their privilege trapped me. A part of me wanted to confront them, to tell them that they were wrong to treat others like this. But I knew that any resistance could cost me dearly. With hesitance, I knelt down, my cheeks burning with indignation as I picked up the socks. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, but the boys only laughed harder. “Come on! They need a good wash!” Jason sneered, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watched me, reveling in my humiliation. Desperate to avoid their threats, I took a breath and pretended to be stoic. I moved toward the laundry room, hoping to somehow salvage my dignity while enduring this bizarre ordeal. Turning on the washing machine, I laid their filthy socks inside, each one a reminder of their cruelty. As the machine churned away, I stood back, back against the wall, observing the dreadful scene. I couldn't shake the sinking feeling of powerlessness that engulfed me. Yet, underneath that was a small flicker of defiance. When the wash was complete, and I retrieved the socks, I made a decision. “Boys, I may be here to serve you, but I won’t let you walk all over me anymore.” I raised my chin, feeling that flicker turn to a flame. Jason and Henry exchanged glances, surprise briefly eclipsing their smug grins. “What are you gonna do about it?” Jason challenged, his initial bravado wavering slightly. “Nothing for now,” I replied coolly, “but just remember: there’s always a way to turn the tables.” They scoffed and swaggered away, the air still thick with tension. But I felt something shift within me. I might not have the wealth or power they possessed, but I would not be their plaything. Their threats could linger, but they wouldn’t dictate my worth. And as the sun began to set behind the Blackwood mansion, I vowed that this wasn’t the end. I would find a way to reclaim my dignity, and one day, the wheels of power would turn, leaving the Blackwoods at the mercy of those they had underestimated.