Sneaking out, bathing, eating and sleeping has now become our habit. It became my routine. And everyday, while I suffer through the hardships, I comfort myself with imagining Angus and I looked forward to seeing him every night.
Tonight, I have made sure the others were fast asleep before I jumped out. This was due to a confrontation I had faced with Mally two days ago. We were sun drying the bush meats when she asked me why I was not in the room when she woke up to ease herself during the night. I had instantly come up with an excuse to deny her allegations. Although the young woman said no more, I knew she was not convinced. And I had become extra careful since then. I sighed with relief when I got to my destination. But I immediately became worried when I saw Lyla coming out of Angus' chambers. And with the suspicious way she was looking around, I knew she has not gone there for a good cause. But what could she be doing with him by this time of the night? I hid myself before she could spot me and immediately she left, I stomped into his quarters. I became alarmed when I met him seated on a sofa, naked from his waist up. My eyes widened and I suddenly became bothered with jealousy. I raised my brow questioningly at him and he sat back on the bed post, his calm demeanor flawless. "What is that girl doing here so late in the night?", I proved angrily and he folded his arms. "I want to know why she's here. Are you sleeping with her?", I asked and that got him furious. He stood up from the bed swiftly and then he was right before me. "And what if I am?", His response made me look up at him while he glared down at me with that arrogant stare of his, his chest rising and falling with anger. Dejectedly, I turned to leave but he dragged me back. I gasped at his roughness. "Where do you think you're going?", he snapped and I stopped on my feet, avoiding his gaze. "You want to walk out on me?", he asked with a disbelieving scoff. He stepped closer to me and made a rough grab of my jaw. "I am your lord. I own you and not the other way around, you get it?", he asked and I quickly nodded. "Try that with me again and I will make you regret your life", he gritted out before he threw me to the floor. When he turned to leave the room and I immediately went on my knees. Holding on to his leg, I begged vigorously. "Master Angus, please forgive me. I must be out of my mind. Please don't leave me", I pleaded desperately. What would I do with my life if he abandon me now? "I would never try that again. Please forgive me. Just this once, I beg you. I promise-- "Enough!", he suddenly barked and I clamped my lips shut. "Rise", he commanded and I quickly rose to my feet. Thanking my stars for saving me. He turned around and head to his bedroom and I immediately followed him. "Why were you not here yesterday?", he asked and I swallowed thickly. "Y_y_you, m_m. I came but you were not in the room.", I told him. "Next time, you will wait for me", he said and I nodded again. Sitting on his bed, he patted the space beside him and I settled down. "You must not get into my personal issue again". Knowing he was referring to Lyla, and as painful as it was to admit, I nodded. He then pulled the small table to our side and uncovered the dishes. He motioned for me to eat and I did. Some moments to eating, I remembered something I wanted to ask him. "Master", i began and he suddenly growled. "Angus", he corrected and I smiled. "Do you want something?", he asked and I nodded in affirmation. "It's been up to a few weeks now and you've not made any advance at me. Is there a problem?", I asked, my voice shaking with fear. He shook his head "No, I'm only taking my time.", he smiled down at me. "Don't worry, we have got a lot of time", he reassured. I know. I'm just scared you might become tired of me. That same night, I have just tip_toed back into the slave chamber and was ready to lay back when I felt a tap on my arm. Startled, I gasped but it was only Karen. I sighed and turned to her. I gasped again when I met her eyes. They were blood red and were almost closed. She was gasping for air and was asleep pale as a ghost. Oh no! I was not ready to lose another friend. I begun to fidget when she said something but I couldn't hear her. I decided to put my ear to her mouth. But what she said almost had my eyes out of its socket. "It's painful, Freye.", she murmmured with difficulty and then she added. "Please end it for me", she cried while I shook my head. Karen had always have a stomach issue and she goes unconscious from pain anytime it took so long for her to eat. Remembering that I had a loaf of bread I had stolen from Angus in my wrapper. I immediately took it out and handed it to her.She cried profusely and was immensely grateful. When she began to probe me on how I have gotten the food, I had to lie to her that I'm having an affair with one of the kitchen's servants. However, Karen threatened to report me to Yun unless I accept to bring her food every night. And that was how I began to steal from Angus every night. I was shocked when I came into the quarters one night and I met most of the girls on their feets, standing with Karen who has a bread in her hand and all glaring daggers at me. I do not need to be told, I knew I had been bursted.My mama dragged me to a nearby pond to wash our faces but I wouldn't stop shivering. Mama put me on her lap and dipped a washcloth into the pond. She gave it a squeeze and then placed it on my forehead. I had begun to burn up, my stomach quivering as dread descent over me.Mama looked unconcerned. Not a single hair of hers out of place. Her face, the only spotless place on her body, smooth and shiny. But I knew her. Even more than she thought I ever could. I could see the crease on her brow. My head to her chest, I could hear the loud thump of her heart, her heavy breathe and her shaking hands. We both fear we might lose a father and a husband. As insignificant as his presence might be. We both sat by the pond, anxiously counting the seconds, waiting for the time to come by.It came. I would remember that evening. I knew it would always hunt my dreams.As usual, all the aristocrats had assembled. All were ready for the fight. It was a bald man that first came out to speak." We all ar
"Mama, I squealed, excited to see a familiar face around. "Mama, see!". Before I could shout again, my mama hit my hand and covered my mouth. And that's when I saw him -my papa, in the ruthless hold of Master Hammond.Master Hammond stood tall amidst the crowd , his arm clasped around my papa's shoulder. He whispered into his ear before climbing the stairs into the nearest hall. I kept my eyes on my papa as he stood waiting for Master at the lawn, until a tall man that looked like Papa came forward. "Young man, you cannot stay here. Leave.", he sneered at Papa who in turn cocked his head, his arms akimbo. "And who are you to order me to leave?","I am Madame Sumaya's slave. Leave."Papa stared the man down and then he said. "I am Master Hammond's slave. I refuse."It happened so fast. The man gripped papa by his shoulders and head_butted Papa, making him to crash into to the mucky ground, blood gushing from his nose. Mama gasped with fear but papa only grinned at the brown skin
My mama is going somewhere today. Not just a casual ride through the plantation with Master Hammond, but into town. She packs her clothes into a satchel and takes a few coins she had hidden on the shelves. I trail behind her, keeping track of her every movement. I want to follow Mama today.Mama's skin is a toner shade of my own, olive, and her hair is the same brownish shade as mine. She's wearing a long skirt and a long-sleeved top, her usual attire. Everyone knows why she always wears long skirts, even in the scorching heat. I know why. It's because my papa hits her every night, leaving scars and welts on her skin from her bum to her ankle. I saw them once when she changed her dress, thinking I was asleep. The scars are bold and wicked, just like my papa.Mama turns to leave the room, and I rush after her, gripping her skirt tightly. "Let me follow you, Mama," I plead. She stares at me, shaking her head. My heart drops. Although Mama can talk, she usually communicates with gestures
At what point I slept off, I did not know. My eyes opened and the chamber was already bustling. Girls move about, chatting and doing different tasks. Karen was plaiting a woman's hair alongside some other girls, Jane was sewing her torn wrapper, a few others were loosing and plaiting their hair. Lady Esme sat at her usual spot, in between her legs were wood fibers, intertwining them in her wrinkled fingers. I stared at her for a long time and I came to realise she was making a shoe for her very large feets. She suddenly looked back at me and quickly looked away. The boldness to look at Esme was one thing, to hold her chilling gaze was something else. My hands shook and I swallowed thickly. I could still feel he gaze on me. I rolled my eyes. No wonder no master has bought her. No one would dare come closer to the witch of The Oak, not when she still stares at anyone like that. She finally looked away and I sighed with relief. I took another glance at the chamber. It was an unusual sce
It took two days before I set my eyes on Angus again. I was sleeping in the chamber when I heard a low whistle behind me. I knew it was Sullivan. Immediately, I rose to my feet and crept out of the room.Walking into Angus' room, I paused on my feet, looking around the dark room until I sighted him standing by the wall. Breathing in, I walked closer to him until I was standing before him, our gazes locked together. I looked into his blue eyes and I wondered how I meant nothing to him. How could I have been no one?My eyes watered and I cast down my gaze. He raised his hand and his thumb wiped the lone tear that fell to my cheek, his fingers grazing my jaw. "How do you do, my dear?", he asked and I placed my hand on his chest, my gaze fixed on his chest. "How do I do? How have I been? I am the wind that flew by, the sunrise and the sunset. I am the morning dew. I am the dust beneath your feet, I am the beat of your heart ", I looked at him, a bitter smile on my face."I'm always wi
I pushed open the door to the slave chamber, my heart still racing from the events that had just transpired. The girls were crowded around a group of girls boxing, their cheers and shouts filling the air. But I couldn't care less about the spectacle. I made my way to my space, my mind reeling with thoughts of Angus and Mikael.As I sat down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and fear that had settled in my stomach. Mikael's suggestion that Angus had shared women with him before had left me feeling sick. The thought of being intimate with him was unbearable. I knew I had no control over my fate, and the possibility of being forced into such a situation was terrifying.I buried my face in my hands, trying to process my emotions. How could Angus even consider such a thing? Did he not care about my feelings or well-being? I thought about the way he had shielded me from Mikael's gaze, the way he had spoken to me with such tenderness. But now, I wondered if it was all just a facad