Sweat was beaded on my forehead due to the heat of the stoves and over two dozen working bodies, everyone hurrying with the task they were assigned for this part of the day.
"Faster! If you aren't finished within the hour, all of you will work until midnight!"
Mistress Victoria certainly had a way with words, her shrill voice ringing throughout the kitchen as she supervised us, calling out someones slow or sloppy work every now and then. I rolled my eyes, pushing up my sleeves and pounding the dough that had the unfortunate fate of meeting me.
I never found any of this fair, but today I was just more pissed than normal. I was disrupted from my dream of being a princess and saved from this madness. Mistresses clothes just made me even more grouchy. Her fine satin gown and expensive heels, gems on her jewelry and hair done up in some ridiculous yet fancy do.
Our clothes were potato sacks compared to our masters.
"Easy there Anna, I'm sure you can spare the poor pastry from your wrath. Mistress itch with a b wants everything to be purr-fect" Em emphasized the word perfect, mocking the woman who continued to bark orders at the newest servants. I felt bad for them, sure, but I wasn't about to help them. I already got in enough trouble trying to assist others around here, plus Emily and I just got done being the new toys in this mansion.
A snort escaped me as I lightened up on the target of my anger, continuing to knead and form it into a some sort of fancy dessert before placing it in a neat row on the pan between us. "Oh deary, I'm afraid your dough isn't shaped right. No dinner for you" I mocked the crazy lady, causing Em to stifle laughter as we both grabbed new balls of the sticky substance to form into different shapes.
"Why sweetheart, I believe my laundry needs doing, go iron my delicate collection of panties" Em chimed in, both of us starting to snicker as we continued back and forth with the mocking of our superiors, finishing off our task while we did.
Our moment was cut short as a magnificent crash rebounded off the white tiled walls, the kitchen staff and servants silencing as we all turned to find the source of the sound. A girl, no older than sixteen, was sprawled on the floor with what could only be chocolate sauce covering her face and chest. A large metal bowl lay at her feet, brown globs of the delicious substance speckling the floor.
With everyone silent there was no mistaking the terrifying sound of Mistress Victoria's heels clicking across the pristine floor, all of us lowering our gaze as she passed, not daring to look her in the eye. It was considered repellent to a royal if some scum like us met their gaze, as if we were an equal.
"You. Step forward"
We watched as the thin girl reluctantly stepped forward, her being careful not to track chocolate all around the kitchen as she met our mistress in the middle of the room, right next to Emmy and I.
"Do you know how much chocolate costs these days, hm?"
"No, mist-"
The girl never got to finish her sentence before the smack resounded, a small cry following as everyone looked on. Newbie. You were never allowed to speak.
"Let us try this again, tramp. Do you know how much chocolate costs?"
Silence followed, the latter of us exhaling in relief as the girl kept her trap shut and only shook her head. Quick learner.
"Than how dare you spill it all over the floor! We do not waste here!" Mistress Victoria's voice rose until she was screeching, the child in front of her shaking but not backing away, this time not emitting a sound when another smack was landed to her cheek.
"I want this cleaned, you are spending a night with the Master"
That made all the girls in the room cringe, including the one who was receiving the punishment. A night with the master was horrendous. Probably the worst punishment you could acquire here.
"Back to work. You two, clean that mess, now."
Everyone immediately sprung back into action at double time, Emmy and I dashing to the large sinks to grab rags to mop up the spots of brown littering the floor, everyone ignoring the poor girls pitiful cries as Mistress dragged her out of the room.
I learned the hard way that I couldn't do anything to help my fellow slaves, the three jagged scars on my lower back the proof.
So as the girl screamed for help, I tuned her out.
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Since this will probably come up eventually I'm just going to mention that I don't support slavery or abusement at all, I find it inhuman and terrible. I write about it, but that doesn't mean I enforce it.
On a happier note, second chapter completed! Still working on consistent chapter lengths that will eventually grow, apologies in advance.
- Flynn
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He's My Beast (ON HOLD)
Romance"I spared his life, now you work for me, little one. That's final. If you leave my property, I'll show you what it really means to be a slave. Understand me?" "Yes" "Yes what?" "Yes, sir" *** Anastasia has never had a decent meal, never even been ou...
