Ch 6 Daien Slavery
Michiah awoke at the crack of dawn like always. She got off the cold stone floor her bed was on. She took off her ragged, torn, dirty nightgown, And put on her short brown skirt and torn shirt. Her hair was a mess and she hadn't bathed in days. Her room was in the west slave room, it was damp, cold and stone rocks made up the room. She left her room and reported to the King at once. He was sitting on his throne with his crown above his head eating food like he was the only person that counted in the world.
" Your highness how may I serve you," Michiah asked.
" Well your schedule is in your room, now off," The King demanded her.
She walked off in a fast paced run because if not the king would use one of his several cruel punishments. They weren't anything you would enjoy. The King would torture you anytime you do something wrong. Michiah had gone trough several of them. She looked at her schedule and went off to do the things she had to do for that day. If she wasn't done by sundown the king began his torture session. Her first thing was to clean the bird pooh off the castle roof with her bare hands. Then she had to draw the king's bath water. The next thing was to serve the king his lunch and then feed it to him. After that she had to scrub down the castle walls and floors. That was pretty much her day. So off she went to do her work.