~I do not own these Characters. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just use them for my own creations..~
Some may call me a snob, simply because I am quiet. Others may call me a user of the dark art's because of my raven black hair and pale skin. But the truth was, I was neither. I was a simple girl who did everything I was told.
At a young age I lost my Mother and Father to a simple flu that now could be fixed with medicine. Being an orphan back in the days of the Ancient Greeks, It wasn't a fun ride. You either stole your food, or you did everything humanly possible to earn it.
I had stolen food from houses. From simple markets. I'd steal milk and eggs from farms. I did what I had to do to survive. It wasn't until I was of age. A young woman when a man had caught me stealing from his hen house. He wanted to remove my hands for such a disrespectful act, but apparently, his wife had other plans.
His wife was not a very pretty woman, in fact she wasn't pretty at all. She was a beast of a woman. She was a little on the heavy side and her hair was black in colour with a few splashes of grey. A mole or two and I believe even a skin tag. Her teeth were even less pretty, sharp and jagged. Rotten to the core. I did not judge people by their looks but she made my stomach churn.
"Louis! Do not harm a hair on that girl's head" She shouted at the man who was apparently named Louis.
"Why not woman, she has been stealing our eggs and milk, Such an act is punishable. I as a man have my right to remove her thieving hands" The tears stung my eyes as they ran down my cheeks,. Every time I struggled his hand tightened around my wrist. I couldn't do anything about it. His hand was so tight around my fragile wrist I felt like my bones would snap.
"Do not harm her. Look at her Louis, The gods have sent her here to solve our money woes. Her body. Pert and petite. Men from all over would come just to sample her body and then when the right one comes. We can sell her to them." My eyes widened at the woman's words,
Was she serious. She wanted to sell me as a slave to the men of the town. For my body. I knew I was beautiful. But I was not vein about it. I kept myself as clean and tidy as the streets would allow. I managed to keep myself free of lice and disease as it riddled the streets. If there was one thing that was good about me, aas that my virtue was still intact.
I had escaped the hands of men before. I have never been sure how I managed it but I did. I watched as the man thought about this. He mulled the woman's words over again and again. Then finally he nodded, Jerking me up onto my feet.
"You hear that girl. you will be put to work. What you earn you give to us. We will give you a home and food. But do as we say" I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think, My whole body was frozen and cold.
I just stared blankly at the ground but when I felt the snap of a hand against my cheek I nodded my head quickly as the sting of the man's hand forced the tears to grace my cheeks once more. I had always dreamed of someone finding me and saving me from the streets, from having to meet this life. But it seemed that's all it was. A dream.
What I got instead was a nightmare, What had I done to deserve this. The man had now began pulling toward the house. I didn't want to go, But I knew already that this man liked to beat women. The way he slapped me and the satisfaction it seemed to have given him still showed in his eyes. So I unwillingly walked into the house with him. His beast of a wife following after him.
All I could think was 'What mess have you gotten into Sulpicia' What mess indeed..