Chapter 4

Just twenty four hours in and I want to punch a hole in the wall until the either the building, or my hand collapses.

I knew that being a maid was hard work but I also knew that it was not this hard and they were intentionally making it difficult for me, as expected, but what they didn't know was that I was not the one.

“You scrubbed that?” The head maid whom I had come to hate so much questions and I nod in response.

I hadn't even nodded fully when cold and a disgusting smell enveloped me as she threw smelly water on the concrete floor that I had just scrubbed.

Turning to look at her in pure fury, I saw a smirk on her face and all I wanted to do was wipe it off. HARD.

“You didn't scrub that well. Do it again.” She orders, pouring the remnants of the dirty water on me, slowly and deliberately and that was it.

I had it with her.

It had just been a day but I had been thrown in mud and now doused in smelly water.

Before she could turn and laugh with the others who were already laughing, I got up and landed a blow to her nose that knocked her out.

As her body fell to the ground with a thud, I looked back at my fist that wasnt even fully clenched, knowing that I held back and she could not even take it.

Gasps erupted throughout the hallway and they all stood up and surrounded me in seconds. I could hear the beating if their hearts.

It was one of fear and bravery at the same time.

From their expressions to the their demeanor and heartbeats, I realized that they thought I was going to kill them all and were trying to protect themselves even though they may lose their lives.

I immediately became tense at the realisation that they actually believed that I was a monster. I could not blame them though.

They had definitely heard that I was a commander of the wolf army.

“What is going on here?” The woman whom I knew to be the General’s mom questions as she walkee in.

Looking at the scene in Fri tbif her, she didn't need anyone to explain anything as she immediately called the guards.

“Take her to the back of the house and whip her. 20 lashes.” She ordered and this was an order I knew I could not get out of and so I obediently followed.

From my observation, her quarters were at the car end of the opposite house but I also knew that the tigers had very heightened senses just like the wolves. The only thing we held over them, was our overly heightened sense of smell.

Every single lash felt like needles rocking my skin and I did nit need to be told that the guards used their discretion with the choosing of the whip.

I could not even blame them as I would probably have done worse if it was a tiger that I had hostage.

As string as I thought I was, I could not move after the whipping. I just lay there, exactly where I was lashed.

Everything hurt and breathing that was once naturally easy, became nothing short of a hard task.

As I lay there, hoping to recover enough to stand up soon, I think back on the warriors that I left in the underground shack that, and hoped that they got home safely.

However, I also could not help but think about just how sad my life was. I knew very well that no one, absolutely no one, would attempt to rescue me as I was not important to anyone.

Before I could wallow properly in my self pity, I smell him coming towards me and coming fast.

The speed in his steps made me panic for a bit because I was sure that he had heard what I did. As he approached c,oser, I steeled my heart and mind fir what ever he was going to do to me.

I was not stupid and I knew that my actions would have severe consequences as much as I knew that the General was a very brutal man in battle, and would without a doubt be the same in his domain.

“Get up.” He says to me, coming closer with a gesture as if to help me up which just made me gain the strength I didn't think I had in this moment.

I jumped up in surprise, not wanting him to touch me despite the fact that I knew that he would.

How else would he punish me without touching me.

“Why did you do that? And why do you smell like shit?” He asked as he took a few steps back, scrunching io his nose once the wind blew the beautiful scent of that disgusting water to bis nostrils.

“Well, no which know why I punched her in the face.” I responded, crossing my arms to let him know that I would do it again.

For a few seconds, he just looked at me and smiled?

Well, more like a ghost of a smile because it vanished as soon as it came. It made me wonder if it was just my imagination because she ran free, everywhere.

“You're working directly in my chambers from now on.” He said as he walked towards me and grabbed my hands again, probably knowing that I would not follow willingly.

With each step we took, I tried to pry my hands from his, but it felt like I was battling against I ron and after a few unsuccessful attempts, I gave up.

Walking into his personal chambers, I was wowed with just how beautiful it was. Yes, it was mostly black but the little cream ornaments here and there, made it look so cozy.

You would think his house would be as cold as he seemed.

Throwing me a washcloth, he ponuted ti the ground that looked already clean enough to see my teeth and told me to clean.

“No.” I responded, raising my head a tad but higher to show my defiance but he didn't even give me the time of the day to see whether my head was high or not.

“Just kill me already and rid me of your stupid games.” I said to him, as anger started to bubble up in me.

I stank, my clothes were sticking to my body, I had worked all day and was tired but was still ordered to continue working.

This was beyond low.

I may have been maltreated back at home but I was never made a slave.

I would rather die than be humiliated this way.

As his back was still to me, I turn to my right planning the fastest way to get tongue knife that rested on the little table.

I knew I had to be extremely fast because for some reason, he was way faster than me.

As he took a few more steps away from me, I took that as my chance and immediately super sped to the knife, but as soon as the knife toughed my neck, he yanked it out, causing a little blood to spill down on the rug and on his clothes and mine.

Throwing down them down, he looked at me with an expression so angry that I had to wonder whether I tired killing him or myself.

“You cannot die without my permission Yewa, your life is mine!”