Chapter 20

Madison's POV:

Ever since I stepped my foot into this house, all I've always felt is pains and pains. I don't think I'll ever be happy again.

I don't think I'll be able to leave this house again. This is probably my destiny, and nothing can stop all the pains I'm feeling. I can't even walk on my own.

My door creaked open, and that smacked me out of my thoughts. Of course, anyone is allowed to enter my room without knocking because I'm a slave. It was Axel, the Master's favorite guard.

"Sorry I barged in. I just wanted to give you these, they are from Lady Delia" He handed a cup of herbs to me, and I reluctantly took it from him. The medicine had such a bad aroma that I almost three up, but I managed to hold myself.

"Thank you so much" I forced a smile at him, sadly the smile was filled with sorrows.

"I think you should just rest, so that the wound will heal" He pointed at my burnt feet, and I nodded my head.

"I will, thank you" I agreed, before he walked out of the room. I picked up the cup containing the warm herbs, and slowly drink the bitter content of the cup.

I dropped the cup on the table, and rested my head on the hard bed trying to force myself to sleep, but sadly I started crying instead of sleeping.

What would have been of me if Mona didn't interfere earlier? I bet I would have been dead by now. Who would even care if a slave like me dies? But why does Emery hate me so much, and what did I do wrong to deserve the punishment she just gave me? I'm sure that I haven't crossed paths with her.

I was still lost in thoughts with tears freely pouring down my cheeks when I heard a knock on my door. Furthermore, I quickly wiped the tears off, and sniffed hard before speaking up.

"Please come in" I managed to speak up despite the fact that tears were still running down my face.

The door was thrown ajar, and a slave walked glaring at me. I could see clearly that she despises me, but why do they all hate me so much?

"Sir Mateo wants you to come to the fields for work" She remorselessly snapped scanning her eyes all through my room.

On hearing what she said, a gasp escaped my mouth since I couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Fields?" I widened my eyes in surprise, and she rolled her eyes.

"You heard me. Why do you want me to keep repeating myself? You're the newest slave here, and you should at least respect me cos I was here before you" She blurted out, and I gulped hard.

"But I really can't come to field. Can't you see that I'm wounded? I can't even work properly on my own, so how would I be able to do the work?" I cried out, and this time my cheeks turned red, and tears started pouring down again.

The slave glared at me with a mocking snort.

"Do I look like I care about whatever happened to you? I was ordered to bring you to the field" She sneered at me. Is that how much she hates me? I mean what did I ever do to them?

I tried to sit up from the bed, but I couldn't do it because the pains didn't let me move my leg. She didn't even bother to help me, she stood there watching me in disgust.

"What do you think you're doing? Do you want to be beheaded? I don't think you'll stay here alive up to two weeks. You're so weak" She continued making jest of me.

I tried again and again to get myself up, but I ended up getting hurt the more until I gave up the idea.

"Please tell Sir Mateo that I really can't work at the fields. I'm so wounded that I can't even stand on my own. How then does he expect me to be able to work in this condition?" I finally accepted my fate. I don't really care if I'll be beheaded, isn't it better than to live miserably like I do?

"What?" She freaked out, and stared at me with widened eyes.

"You heard me. Just tell him what I said, I can't go to the fields" I replied, and turned my face away. I know that I just got myself into bigger trouble, but I don't care. I rather die than keep struggling in vain.

The slave kissed her teeth noisily before walking out of my room. My stomach grumbled, and I yawned hungrily. That was when I remembered that I haven't even eaten since today, and it's already noon.

Mateo's POV:

The slave I sent across to pass the message to Madison walked to the field without her.

"What happened? Where is that useless girl Madison?" I narrowed my eyebrows, and the slave took a deep breath before speaking.

"Sir Mateo, she said I should tell you that she won't be able to work on the fields and cowsheds today because she's wounded" She snapped, and I flinched in shock.

"What? She said what?" Anger engulfed me, and I clenched my fist fuming in annoyance.

"I'm telling you the truth, Sir Mateo" She replied, and I clenched my fist in anger. That slave is becoming so daring, and I think someone needs to clip off her wings.

"You can go back to the cowshed I assigned to you to work on. I'll go meet her by myself" I grinned mischievously, and the slave bowed slightly before matching away.

"That daring slave. I'm surely going to frustrate her life until she pleads for death to take her away" I thought inwardly with an evil smirk.

Picking up a long cow skin whip, I walked down the hallway heading straight to her room. Now she's going to see hell while she's still on Earth. I got to her room, and barged in with the whip I was holding.....