His Personal Maid

Desire stared at the mirror in front of her, observing her curves and how long her legs had grown since she clocked 18, two years back. How time flies!  She smiled at the memory of her eighteenth birthday that also happened to be her first day out of the mansion ever since she was brought by the master of the house.  Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl.  The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. 

Desire found herself standing in the middle of  her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens.  The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal.  She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.  She observed herself for a while and realized she had lost some weight within the past two days, her hair was all over the place, her eyes swollen from the tears and her clothes tattered from dragging her down the stairs.

Desire had just a few days left to become a housemaid and how her destiny changed in the past few days left her bewildered and baffled about how she had been forsaken by her creator.  The image left on her head was that of her being hanged or worse, burnt at stake. She couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her eyes.  After she had picked the death wish, Mr Ho had her sent to the dungeons for two days and when a tiny bowl of food was given to her, she consumed it hungrily and wished she could ask for more or perhaps had eaten the food her master ordered for her in peace.  After she had spent two days at the dungeon; two lonely, cold and dreadful nights, she was sent to the Harem.  The place recked of sex and alcohol and for the

Sylvester Ho was in his suite when he received a letter from his King to attend a banquet held by the Royal Household. Sylvester wondered about why a banquet was being held at that time of the year. 

Ying gingerly led the girls to his horse, he knew just how to treat a lady right.He knew they were still scared and shaken from what happened at the Harem, especially Desire and he knew not to