Eliza's POV
I flinched as the hot tea splashed on my face. For a second, I couldn't breathe. My face burned as
I trembled and struggled to breath, feeling the familiar ache in my chest.
"What do you think about it? Huh?" He asked.
"I.. I am sorry, sir" I apologized even if I didn't knew what I did.
"What do you think about us?" He yelled as he stood up, the chair faintly screeched on the floor, leaving the air with tension.
His face etched with anger and a faked frustration.
"Do you think you can take the money and sit still?" He yelled again.
He slapped me across my face. I shut my eyes as pain pierced through my head. I couldn't even cry but swallow the pain without a word or scream.
"GET. OUT. And don't come here anymore "
"Dear, what are you doing?" Madam Mae's voice cut through the tension in the air. She lowered her handbag after coming home after the party, her voice soft but sarcastic.
I don't know why Mr. Daniel returned early.
"Who's going to be my slave, if she go?" Her voice dripping with the ownership over me.
"Is this what you call a tea?" He asked her lifting the cup.
"Hey! Forgive her... She is just new here." Ms Mae excused.
He sighed and shook his head. He walked upstairs giving me a deadly look, a smug tugging at his lips.
Ms Mae walked to me.
"Don't repeat this ever again" she said firmly.
I lowered my gaze and nodded.
She looked at the floor, then at me
"Clean here" she commanded.
I nodded again and ran to the kitchen.
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The night before
Should I wait anymore? Or should I die?
I chuckled to myself.
I am already dead. What was the need in thinking much?
It's almost time.. Do I even deserve to expect peace after my death? Why am I even bothering about the last wish?
I looked down at my necklace and tightly held it. My eyes welled up.
I need to return this. This is precious.
I spread out the bedsheet and laid down in bed and pulled up the blanket, stairing at the ceiling before drifting to sleep.
I jumped when I heard the door of my room creaked open. I immediately switched on the lamp.
Mr. Daniel?
"Sir?" I called him.
He was standing at the door, smiling like a creep.
My stomach twisted at the sight of him.
"Sir? Do you need anything? " I asked as I got up from the bed, setting the blanket aside.
"No " he said as he walked in "I just wanted to see you" he continued.
Fear crawled in. Oh no.... Why does it feel familiar? Why can't I breath..
He walked to me, too gentle to doubt and a smile so bright to be rude.
He held my wrist, his hand sliding up as he talks..
"You are the youngest servant we have"
My breath caught but I managed pull back my hand from his grip.
His smile faltered but he smiled again, a smirk that made my stomach drop.
I stepped back as he came close.He cupped my face making me squeeze my eyes as hard as I can.
"You are so beautiful to be a servant. If you want, you can make a lot of money" He said, his voice dripping with menace.
I mustered up my courage and stepped back.
"Sir, please go. I need to sleep" I managed to say that. I was calm but firm enough to falter his smile but this time he seemed to be angry.
His hand tightened around the back of my neck, and I couldn't break free.
"Sir, please...." I pleaded.
"You will suffer..." He hissed before shoving me away.
He left the room but I still didn't feel safe. Something inside me refused to settle. He didn't leave like a man who lost. He left like a man who would come back.
I exhaled slowly.
This door doesn't even have a lock.
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Back in my room
I looked at the mirror. The red marks from the slap laid on my swollen cheek. Tears welled up in my eyes. I gentle tried to touch my cheek, only to feel that sharp pain again.
I gathered my dresses and packed them in my bag.. Getting ready to leave whenever I need to.
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