I heard the door creek open, followed by the soft click of high heels. I rolled around in the bed and averted my gaze to the door to find my sister, Magenta, who was wincing and stumbling slightly with every small step she took.
"Magenta, are you ok?" I asked, a familiar hint of worry in my voice, Magenta cleared her throat,
"Yes." I narrowed my eyes, partly from curiosity, and being unable to see very well with only the moonlight streaming through the half boarded up window,
"Magenta…" I warned, "Tell me the truth." She knew that it was hard to lie to me, I knew her almost better than she knew herself. She walked closer to our bed and sat down slowly, wincing again. She was obviously in pain.
"Frank whipped me…" Anger suddenly coursed throughout my body, causing my hands to shake furiously,
"How dare he?" Frank was a complete bastard. He was always whipping me whenever I did something wrong, or when anyone else did something wrong for that matter, but now he takes his anger out on the only thing that really matters to me. Seeing her like this was heart wrenching. "Did you do anything out of line?"
"Well… He insulted me, so I snapped back. I didn't intend to go that far. I was supposed to mumble something under my breath, but it didn't really work out." Magenta looked down and her eyes watered, her emerald green eyes slightly magnified by the tears. I placed my hand on her fragile, pale face,
"I swear we'll be out of her soon, 'Genta. I promise. I promise we'll be gone, free from this rotten planet, free from our horrible master, able to love each other, without being judged. We can live our life the way we want." She stared to cry more, and buried her face into my neck, her salty tears wetting my shirt; I tried to put my arms around her without hurting her wounds. "It's ok. I'll sort it all out." I said, hoping with all my heart that I could fulfil our dream. I delicately slid Magenta off me and turned her around to undo the zip of her maid's outfit, that was much in need of a wash. My breath caught in my throat as I saw two deep gashes that the violent whip had left on her back. "Magenta…" I gasped,
"Does it look bad, Riff?" She asked, her eyes slightly watering once again,
"I'm afraid so. But you're lucky he only did it twice."
"Well it sure as hell felt like more."
"I know, it stings, doesn't it. We'll have to get you cleaned up, my love." I took her hand and led her into our en suite bathroom. Magenta she was clearly tired from all the unnecessary dusting, polishing and vacuuming that Frank makes her do. She climbed into the bath lazily and closed her eyes as she submerged into the warm water that stung her back. She rolled over and I started to wash her back with extreme care. "We're going to have to do something about him, Magenta. He's making our lives a living hell. I never should have brought you here, you should have stayed home." Magenta used every ounce of energy she had and lifted her head to look at me,
"Riff Raff, don't you regret anything. I get to spend time with you, that is all that matters to me. Pain is the price you pay for love, Riff. I love you." I leant down to kiss her forehead,
"I love you to, Magenta."