50 whips

ANNABEL

I heaved a sigh when I ran out of his room. I didn’t know how I got the courage to talk back at him, I was so scared, but it just happened, and thankfully it saved me.

Little by little I was getting my answers. He grew up in pain, I'm sure his childhood was messy.

I felt pity, knowing how tragic it must have been for a five years old boy to watch people rape his mother.

Was my father this despicable?

I felt angry at the moment. He watched all that happened to his mother and was powerless to do anything.

No wonder he grew up like this, he was so furious when I walked into his room, and I’m sure if he had his way he would have killed my father again and again.

After seeing him like this today, I’m going to try my possible best to fix him, I know this will be hard because I am just an ordinary maid, but I will try.

I walked to my room to find maids gathered there. Did something happen?

I walked inside to see Isabelle and her personal maids searching my bag.

“What are you