As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.
I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.
I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.
I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a da
As I came to, I realized I was back in the slave shack. I was in a hay bed with a thin blanket laying on top of me. I was still wearing my rags, but it appeared that someone hosed me down to get rid of the dirt and blood that covered my body.My dark hair was also damp, but the top of my head stung at any movement. Once I attempted to move my body, I realized everything stung. As I lay in bed, I could hardly move.I could feel my body temperature rising; sweat was piling on my forehead and dripping down my features. I found it difficult to keep myself awake.I began drifting off again; I was sure this was what death felt like.“Hey… wake up.”I felt a set of strong hands on my shoulders shaking me gently. Fear began to course through me again, thinking t
Marlon stood at the window in the manor’s study, overlooking the gardens in which Deonna was assigned to work in. He had the maids collect her belongings and move her into the maid’s courters where she would be living. From there she was expected to maintain the rose garden.He should have had her killed by now. But somehow, something was stopping him.He watched as the head maid, Beatrice, forced her to cover her dark hair with a white towel. Marlon noticed that Deonna was outspoken despite the obvious fear that lingers deep within her. Some of the maids found her funny, others found her disgusting. But it was clear that Beatrice despised her and was only tolerating her to oblige Marlon’s orders.Memories of yesterday morning played in Marlon’s mind. For whatever reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ev
The next few weeks have been unexpected. I found a strange comfort from Bob sneaking me into the manor at night; despite his closet being cramped and it was difficult to sleep, I was excited for his lessons each morning. It was the only time that I was able to learn and expand my knowledge.It felt almost empowering.His tutor was supposed to be one of the best in the countries, so he was learning from an actual expert. It didn’t’ surprise me considering how rich the Roessler family was. Of course, they would only hire the best tutor. Which made no sense to me because of how badly Bob was failing.Bob’s tutor was a young Latin woman with blonde shimmering hair that went down her backside and piercing blue eyes. The makeup she wore around her already high cheekbones, made her features appear narrower. She wore a red blouse and tight black pants that hugged her thin figure.I had to admit that she was beautiful. However, she looked so intimidating. They sat together at Bob’s desk on the
At that point, it was her words I was speaking, not my own. I felt exhausted and frustrated. I also felt nauseous. I noticed I’ve been getting nauseous spells lately whenever I get worked up; I’ve been trying my best to swallow it down. Which works for a little while, until the feeling comes back.“You’re insane,” Alex nearly laughed. “My father would never fuck a dirtball. Your kind disgusts him. No one in the Roessler family would be caught dead messing with the likes of you. Except for Bob.”“I’m not lying,” I told him. Holding onto my stomach to keep myself from throwing up. “I don’t know what happened and I can’t explain it. But I think we were both drugged.”“Drugged?” He asked, his eyes widening. “How?”“The first night Bob snuck me into the manor, he stuck me in the grocery room. After he left, I snuck into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. There was premade food on the counter along with a glass of freshly produced milk. After I ate and drank, I began to feel funny. Almost l
He had to pull himself back together; he couldn’t allow her to see his weakness. He straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her.“Why are you out of the garden in the first place, slave?” He asked, keeping his voice steady.She frowned; she almost appeared shocked at his sudden outburst.“I had to use the restroom,” she told him.She kept her voice low as to not alert the maids, which Marlon appreciated.“I heard how you spoke to your butler, and I hear how you speak to your own flesh and blood. If you can’t show them respect, how do you expect them to show you any respect in return?” She asked.Her forwardness was startling to him; he’s never had a slave speak to him in such an ill manner before.“Pardon?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.“They will never show you respect if you don’t show them respect. Same with anybody really,” she repeated calmly.“I don’t need them to respect me… I need to do what as I order,” Marlon told her, deepening his tone.She swallowed a
As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I’m thinking it’s something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war in the western part of the country. So, I haven’t had to have any strange encounters with him since my last one.“Slave?” A familiar voice said from not far from me.Wiping the vomit off my face, I saw
“What the fuck,” Marlon hissed as the vomit made its way down his body.Deonna stares at him terrified. Remembering their last encounter, Marlon’s heat was already rising, and now he had her vomit all over him. He felt disgusted, but then it felt as though his inner wolf was laughing at him. He knew she was in this closet the moment he walked by his son’s room and could smell her scent. He would know her scent from anywhere, especially because she’s been working in the rose garden for so long that she had a bit of a rosy smell to her, along with her musk and sweat.He barged into his son’s room and instantly went towards Deonna’s scent, which brought him to this closet. As he opened it, he could tell she wasn’t expecting him to be standing there. He wasn’t sure why she was in his son’s closet, but it was clear to him that they weren’t sleeping together. He didn’t smell Deonna’s scent on Bob.He ignored the angry jealous ping of his wolf howling in his stomach. He had to fight the urg
I began waking up from my fever-induced dream; confused about my whereabouts. The room was dimly lit by candle lights, and I was covered in a maroon comforter on top of a bed that began looking more familiar the more I woke up.I felt a cold compressed washcloth over my heated forehead, the cold water dripping down my features and soothing away the hotness the fever brought me. With each breath I took, I realized how badly my chest ached; I could feel my beating heart pressing against my chest, making each movement more painful than the last.A man stood at the end of the bed; he was a bit shorter and hardly had any hair. But the hair he did have I noticed to be a blonde shade. He wore a white trench coat with a blue blazer underneath and black pants. He wore glasses that nearly covered the entire top of his face; in his hands was a clipboard that he appeared to be reading some notes from it to Marlon who also stood nearby.Marlon looked concerned; his features turned down into an int