Abused

Kayla’s POV

Swiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, I scrubbed the huge kitchen ware and then rinsed it under water. I drained the excess water from the tumbler and kept it aside before reaching for the next dirty utensil, which happened to be a frying pan.

“Hey you, Blondy” a male voice snapped.

I trembled, despite knowing that I did nothing wrong. A man I’ve never seen before came up to my side and leaned in to inspect the way I have cleaned.

“Work your hands faster” he ordered.

“Y-yes master” I replied meekly, just the way Nyra had taught me.

He shot me a disgruntled look and walked away, finally allowing me to draw a normal breath.

It has been more than ten days and yet nobody came searching for me. At times I imagined that my father would find a way to bail me out by assembling the money he owed Bradford. But as days progressed with me receiving no news regarding him, I’ve lost hope.

I have tried to be strong in ways I could because the last thing I wa