Chapter 4:Bulma
I started my life with him in what I thought to be an odd way. As soon as we got to his house I was given my own room and kept in there. I kept shoving my emotions down, swallowing them like pills but I know my sister would suffer. She didn't look very happy during the wedding, maybe she knew what I was feeling.
A servant came in about an hour later and introduced herself to me. She was an older woman who seemed worn out and tired. I told her she could call me by my first name when she called me Ma'am.
"Well I think Ma'am will do, don't you? Now let me get you something."
"Oh no, I don't need anything. I'm fine it's okay. Thank you so much but I um don't feel like much of anything."
"Oh dear," she shut the door and came over to me, "Now that I see you I realize you're still a child, the master's never had any so young-"
"I am no child, with all do respect, I lost my innocence. I am no child anymore."
"Well no surprise, as I assume it is from him. Listen dear, you are not in a bad situation, but maybe not the best one either. You can assure yourself that you will be taken care of physically by us. The only one you should worry about is the master. He tends to careless than he should but maybe you're different, who knows. You ever need anything you just come to me. I don't think I can stand to see a young one such as yourself get hurt."
I don't look at her the whole time she is talking. This is worse than I thought. Why does this have to happen? Where is my sister? I miss her. I need her.
"Now that that's out of the way, he would like to see you," with that she was gone.
As she left another younger servant came in. She was tiny and very nervous. Her hands trembled as she grabbed my arm. I watched her pull me down the hall with haste and before I knew it I was face to face with his room door.
I lay in the bed for twenty minutes but it seemed like forever. He finally came and I held my breath as he lay down next to me. My hear skipped beats and for a moment I swear I was dead,
Then I felt his hand on my waist. He pulled my over to him and a sound like a whimper came out of my throat. I don't think he heard me because he continued to pull me against him. This time it was worse, he was more violent and I knew everything that was coming.