Life Worst Than Death

"Ahh."

Emma moaned in pain as Grayson thrust inside her again and again. The agony she felt deep within was unbearable. She felt like her body no longer belonged to her.

Grayson had been having sex with her for hours, and her body was already breaking down, but she could not complain. Whenever she tried to close her eyes, the pain immediately jolted her awake.

Emma looked at the handsome face in front of her, but she couldn’t muster the courage to admire it—this was the face that caused her so much pain.

"Youn... Young master, please let me go..."

Emma tried to speak, but her words were whispered so softly that even she could barely hear them.

"Hmm..." Grayson groaned as he finally released inside her. He then pulled out, rolled to the other side of the bed, grabbed a bottle of pills, and tossed it to Emma before saying,

"You know what to do."

Without paying any attention to the young girl on the bed, he walked naked towards the bathroom.

Emma stared at the contraceptive pills in her hand before quietly getting down from the bed. She slowly put on her clothes and left the room.

As Emma walked along the hallway and then downstairs toward the small storage room where she had been living, she fell into deep thought.

She had been a young girl from a family of four—her father, mother, brother, and herself. Although her family wasn’t as wealthy as the Millers, they were still comfortable. Her dad worked as a servant for the Miller family since she could remember. She occasionally visited the Millers with her brother because her mother died three years after her brother’s birth from illness. Her dad had to take on the responsibility of caring for both children and often brought them to the Millers whenever they were on holiday. That’s how she got to know the Miller children.

Everything was fine and peaceful until that day—the day her life changed, the day she was falsely accused of murder. She was only twelve years old then, still a child, and her father was still working with the Millers.

She saw the children from other rich families playing together. Emma decided to go to the pool alone to play. While she was still playing, she noticed something inside the water. On closer look, she realized it was the young miss of the Miller family—Whitney. She was shocked and jumped into the pool to save her but soon realized something was wrong when she saw Whitney not moving and her head bleeding.

Emma tried her best to pull Whitney out of the pool, but when she came out, she saw that everybody was there, including the head of the Miller family. They all looked at her as if she had committed a terrible crime. She finally spotted her dad among the crowd and rushed to him.

"Dad, please check on Miss Whitney, her head is bleeding..." she told him worriedly but was interrupted by a sharp pull.

"What did you do to my sister?" The person speaking was Grayson, and his grip on her hand was incredibly strong.

"It hurts! let me go," Emma said as she tried to shake off his grip, but it was too strong. Grayson was seventeen, while she was only twelve. The difference in their age and strength made her unable to loosen his hold.

"Grandpa Miller, I saw Emma and Whitney having an argument before Emma pushed Whitney down and her head broke. When Whitney tried pushing Emma back, Emma pushed Whitney into the pool" someone said

"Grandpa Miller, I am sorry for your loss. The young miss died of excessive bleeding" the doctor examining Whitney said

Everybody at the scene went into shock, and then Emma knew she was in big trouble.

"I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t the one who pushed her," she tried to explain, but no one believed her. Everyone saw her as a murderer. Her father took the blame for her, and a year after his arrest, he died of a heart attack in jail. Emma didn’t get to attend his funeral because she was kept in the Miller family as a slave. Few years later, when she turned 18 Grayson forcefully took her virginity. The pain Emma felt that day was still fresh in her mind. From that time onward, she lived a life worse than death.

As Emma reminisced, she realized she had reached the storage room’s door. She opened it and entered the dark storage room, got on the small bed on the table, and closed her eyes to sleep.