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Little Eve held her hand close to her chest while her little feet tried to get away from the fair and the scary townsfolk.
Reaching home, Eve closed and locked the door. Her little heart beating loudly in her chest, she moved towards the window to look outside the house, if someone had followed her. Her blue eyes continued to search before she finally gave up.
Her stomach growled. Hunger had been induced in her since her eyes had fallen on the hot bun, and she softly gulped.
'Meow,' came the sound from the corner of the room.
Little Eve turned alert, trying to find where the sound came from.
'Meow.' A little tabby cat appeared near the table, swishing its tail in the air.
"A cat!" Exclaimed the little girl in delight, quickly forgetting what had taken place in the fair. At her excitement, the cat turned startled and stared at her. "Here, kitty kitty kitty..." she tried to lure it towards her.
The cat didn't look at her, and instead, it jumped on the nearby chair and then on the table. It came near the plate that had Eve's lunch, which her mother had prepared.
"Are you hungry too?" Asked Eve, noticing the cat sniffing the plate that was covered.
She went to the table and moved the lid—a piece of meat, potatoes, and a loaf of bread prepared last evening. The cat was quick to sniff the meat, ready to take a bite, but the little girl placed her finger between the cat and the meat.
"Mama says you have to share food," She tore the meat into two pieces. She offered the cat the meat and watching it eat it. Little Eve stared at it with a smile on her face. "Will you come here everyday?" She asked the cat, who was busy eating.
But the cat was greedy and eyed her hand that held the other half of the meat. It hissed at her, and before she knew it, the cat scratched her hand. This resulted in Eve dropping the meat. Startled, her hand pushed the plate, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.
The cat jumped from the table, quickly snatching the meat from the ground before escaping from the window.
"Wait!" Little Eve called the cat, and her heart sunk in her chest.
All alone again, she picked up the potatoes and the bread from the ground. Putting it back on the plate, she started to eat it.
Far away from the town of Meadow Brokengroves and, there were other towns that consisted of manors that belonged to the wealthy families. While Skellington town tried to be tolerable to people from the lower status, the wealthy side of the land looked at the middle and lower class folks as bugs and worms that needed to be trampled.
In one of the manors and one of the bed chambers, the lamp-lit dimly, but the fireplace was bright enough to shed light.
A naked woman sat upright on the bed, pulling the covers around her used body. Hearing the rustle of clothes in the room, she turned to notice the man wearing his trousers. He then picked up his shirt.
"My family isn't going to be back until the weekend. You should stay the night," the man let her know, a smirk on his lips. "I will pay you twice the price."
Hearing she would be paid twice the amount, it was alluring. The debt that had been increasing over the last few years, she would be able to repay a little more of it.
But she couldn't take up the man's offer.
Rebecca politely smiled and replied, "Thank you, but I need to be home tonight. My daughter—"
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