You sighed as you scrubbed at the floors, trying to get the blood out of the tiles since Jack couldn't seem to use a plate like everyone else in the house. He had sat in the kitchen eating away at kidneys for a good half an hour, spilling the blood all over the floors. 'Tile won't stain' your ass, look who was on there hands and knees scrubbing away now! You should really make the man eater clean up his own mess, and you would have if Slender hadn't ordered him out the second you though of that idea, almost as if he was on the man eaters team.
“Why do I always have to get stuck scrubbing blood from everything? I'm not the one going out and practically pouring it over my head like a stripper in a night club, so why do I have to clean it up?” You snapped quickly to yourself, the pressure in your scrubbing only increasing as you vented.
“Because you are the maid and thats what maids do, though I have to admit I like that stripper