Over The Fence

Welcoming tour. Part 5

I sat there, terrified. Why did this happen to me? Of all people, me! It could have been any other girl from that damned village. I had to meet them, those three terrible daughters. As soon as they saw me, they swarmed. All making comments like, "Such a pretty meal." and "we'll have fun with this one!" They begged their mother to let them have just a little taste of me. Saying I look so sweet. Thank the lord "my lady" told them no. I doubt they would have stopped at a little taste.

After that, I was taken to the kitchens. Shown all my fellow coworkers. Slaving away at pieces of meat that I wouldn't even want to know its origin. They were covered in blood, as was everything else. All of them looked so tired. The massive bag under their eyes and their weak, sickly-looking bodies. Would I become like them?

But I soon understood why they were like this. Their rooms were below in the basement. And gods was it horrific. There were a few cots and blankets around the floor. A few clothing items draped on a ceiling beam, spanning the room. But all else was moss, mold, rats, and cold hard stone walls. This place was probably laced with the disease. On the left wall close to the door, was an old rotten door. Apparently that's the head handmaidens room. I wonder if it was any better than this hell hole.

At the far end of the room, there was a hatch in the wall. My lady called it the chute. But she didn't tell me anything more. And after this, she handed me my uniform and introduced me to a lady. Marlene.

She was the one who occupied that room in the quarters. She was the head of all the servants of the castle. And the main maid to Lady Dimitrescu. She was the most put-together of everyone I've seen. Her outfit was free of most stains and damage. And her hair was in a neat, clean bun. Skin clean, and eye bags missing. Perhaps that room did do well.

My Lady left me under her care and told me to listen to her. Apparently, she was the one i will be working under, studying. She didn't seem too keen about me being trained for her job. She told me she doesn't need anything from me now. She'll get me when she gets my lady dressed in the morning. Till then, wait in the servant's quarters. And at that, she scowled and walked away. Mumbling on how she wouldn't be suppressed if I was dead by morning.

And now I'm here. In a corner of this so-called room of ours. Cowering in fear of the future,