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Author's Note: Here's chapter four! Enjoy!
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I had never experienced hard labor before, being that my parents were high class and their was hired
help... so carrying boxes of I don't know what was new to me. If I didn't move fast enough, I was scolded.
If I stopped for water, I was hit. It didn't matter if it was just for a few seconds, this was a dead line.
Lesandra would be killed if she didn't send these boxes right away, and I wish that I could prevent them
from being sent. But I couldn't, I was small compared to these Saiyans. So, with bare feet, I carried
box after box, back and forth, until I had completed the task.
When I was through my feet were covered with blood from stepping on thorns and such, but it didn't matter.
I still had to serve Lesandra's guests, and what Lesandra wanted was what Lesandra got. I wanted
to fade right before their hateful eyes, wanted to disappear off this world... but no. As long as I lived
under this roof, I would remain on my knees begging for help, begging for something safe to run to, or
begging for forgiveness from Lesandra.
At night I sit and wonder, while I lay on the cemented floor in the cool basement, sitting as far away from
that wooden whipping post as I could possibly get, if maybe this is why I was born. Was I born to be used
as a slave? Was I born to be scolded for such ridiculous things? I supposed I was, because here I am now.
I hug myself, it's cold down here. I don't have a blanket, and the only other living lifeforms are the rats
that scurry back and forth from time to time. I'm scared.
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Bright and early the next morning the door opens and in comes Lesandra, carrying the whip. She's angry, and
fear fills my heart.
"Damn you, you litte girl!" She screams and pulls me by my hair to the post. I shake and my lip quivers,
I try not to cry. "You caused me to be a day late with the boxes! It's all your fault!" She ties me up, rips
the back of my dress open, and begins the beating. Hot tears fall from my eyes, blood soaks my skin and gown.
She stops after a while and smirks at me, "Luckily, a day late isn't bad enough to get me in trouble. Therefore,
I'll stop early this time." She unties the ropes that bound my arms. I fall to the ground in a heap and she calls
Marie in to get me cleaned up.
As I sit in the tub of warm water Maria hastily walks about, arranging things the way Lesandra would
want them. She murmurs to herself when she does this, and constantly flashes a dirty look my way.
"If you wouldn't be so slow this wouldn't have happened," She snaps finally, "I'm sick of cleaning up
after you, girl."
"...Sorry," I whispered hoarsely... trying to keep my voice from leaving me.
"You should be," Marie pushes more, "You always make her mad!"
"It...it isn't my fault," I become brave. Too brave... I talked back and it took a moment to realize her hand
made contact with my cheek. "...Sorry." I place my hand on the stinking spot on my cheek as she looks at me
with angry eyes.
"Don't ever talk back to me!" She hisses, "I clean up after you! I put medication on your back when you've been
whipped! ANd this is the thanks I get?!" She shakes her head and continues to what shes doing, murmuring again.
I sigh, and hope the day isn't so bad.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's so short... I'm trying to update more often but the chapters might be a little shorter.
^______^ Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews!
Author's Note: Here's chapter four! Enjoy!
~~~
I had never experienced hard labor before, being that my parents were high class and their was hired
help... so carrying boxes of I don't know what was new to me. If I didn't move fast enough, I was scolded.
If I stopped for water, I was hit. It didn't matter if it was just for a few seconds, this was a dead line.
Lesandra would be killed if she didn't send these boxes right away, and I wish that I could prevent them
from being sent. But I couldn't, I was small compared to these Saiyans. So, with bare feet, I carried
box after box, back and forth, until I had completed the task.
When I was through my feet were covered with blood from stepping on thorns and such, but it didn't matter.
I still had to serve Lesandra's guests, and what Lesandra wanted was what Lesandra got. I wanted
to fade right before their hateful eyes, wanted to disappear off this world... but no. As long as I lived
under this roof, I would remain on my knees begging for help, begging for something safe to run to, or
begging for forgiveness from Lesandra.
At night I sit and wonder, while I lay on the cemented floor in the cool basement, sitting as far away from
that wooden whipping post as I could possibly get, if maybe this is why I was born. Was I born to be used
as a slave? Was I born to be scolded for such ridiculous things? I supposed I was, because here I am now.
I hug myself, it's cold down here. I don't have a blanket, and the only other living lifeforms are the rats
that scurry back and forth from time to time. I'm scared.
~~~
Bright and early the next morning the door opens and in comes Lesandra, carrying the whip. She's angry, and
fear fills my heart.
"Damn you, you litte girl!" She screams and pulls me by my hair to the post. I shake and my lip quivers,
I try not to cry. "You caused me to be a day late with the boxes! It's all your fault!" She ties me up, rips
the back of my dress open, and begins the beating. Hot tears fall from my eyes, blood soaks my skin and gown.
She stops after a while and smirks at me, "Luckily, a day late isn't bad enough to get me in trouble. Therefore,
I'll stop early this time." She unties the ropes that bound my arms. I fall to the ground in a heap and she calls
Marie in to get me cleaned up.
As I sit in the tub of warm water Maria hastily walks about, arranging things the way Lesandra would
want them. She murmurs to herself when she does this, and constantly flashes a dirty look my way.
"If you wouldn't be so slow this wouldn't have happened," She snaps finally, "I'm sick of cleaning up
after you, girl."
"...Sorry," I whispered hoarsely... trying to keep my voice from leaving me.
"You should be," Marie pushes more, "You always make her mad!"
"It...it isn't my fault," I become brave. Too brave... I talked back and it took a moment to realize her hand
made contact with my cheek. "...Sorry." I place my hand on the stinking spot on my cheek as she looks at me
with angry eyes.
"Don't ever talk back to me!" She hisses, "I clean up after you! I put medication on your back when you've been
whipped! ANd this is the thanks I get?!" She shakes her head and continues to what shes doing, murmuring again.
I sigh, and hope the day isn't so bad.
~~~
Author's Note: Sorry it's so short... I'm trying to update more often but the chapters might be a little shorter.
^______^ Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews!