Chapter 12: His Maid, The Prize
She had cursed my name and then she had left me. On the floor where harlots and whores sell love to men, she had spat at my feet and left me to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. The one person who had shown me kindness, now cursed my existence.
"Are you alright, Miss Sofina," Sebastian voice was like the piercing hammer to my ear. And it sickened me.
"You…" I whispered in my tears, "You…monster!"
I burst into tears of self-pity and hatred on the whores dance floor. And my soon to be husband made no move to comfort me. Rather the opposite, he scolded me.
"Collect yourself immediately, Miss Sofina, do not make a fool of the young master."
"You damnable man!" I shouted, "She was all I had and you turned her against me! You miserable wretched harlot of a man you-"
SWACK!
One fowl swop of his hand and Sebastian had shut me up. My cheek stung from his blow and my tongue now had blood seeping into my throat from my instinctive bite to silence myself.
"You are to behave now." He dangerously warned. I made no attempt to look at him. I felt dead inside.
"Answer me….please…."I whispered knowing full well he could hear me. He made no sound of confirmation so I continued, "is it true…?"
"Is what true?"
I turned my heated eyes on his face. This man. This Butler. This Demon. He would receive the force of my stare, I'd shove my hatred down his throat.
"Is what she said true?"
Without hesitation he answered.
"Yes"
I closed my eyes. And I refused to open them this time.
"Fuck….you…."