Sympathy

Prologue

(That's the manor up top.)

[STRONG WARNING: Sexual Abuse and Physical Abuse up ahead]

Staring out at sea, she had a sense of calm washing over her. Being in the water made her feel so much power, like there was something out there only she knew about.

Well, there is.

The soft thrill that would normally make human ears bleed was heard along with the sound of crushing waves.

The cruise ship that had once sailed prideful along the ocean waters with bustling cruisers now drifted broken with flames all over.

Some made it onto the life boats while some didn't. Kids were amazed at the tall build of the transportation now laid on the sea floor or unconscious in the hands of the parade mics.

Helicopters flew overhead as their lights shone below on the broken boat.

Sirens of the water police rang in the air, their lights of red and blue illuminating the faces of many as they sat distraught in their seat.

Some were the L/n family, the owner of the cruise.

Mary sat hunched over the body of her now dead husband, crying as her father tried pulling her away.

"You have to let go, Mary."

She remembered her grandfather shouting over the noises of others wailing in despair.

There were many complaints along the people, ordering for a refund or money for their dead family members and friends, while the cause of it all drifted to the ocean floor.

"Wa-.....-p.....ke up....."

Her eyes moved slowly to her right at the voice, spotting a man with his body shades of blue, his eyes cold and dead looking straight at her, body bloated from the water filling it.

Suddenly, his mouth opened wide to shriek.

"WAKE UP!"

Y/n shot up straight, looking around and patting her body for any wet spots, only to hiss in pain as her hand touched a bruise.

"Wake up, you waste of space!"

The now 20 year old woman only groaned quietly, hand drifting up to her hair that had dirt in it from the attic floor.

The thumps of their broom hitting the attic floor were heard, their voices mixing in with the ringing in her ears from how fast she got up.

"Come clean the toilet, you piece of shit!"

"And do the laundry better this time!"

"I need my room cleaned!"

"My hair is to be done!"

The quality of such rich people to literally buy a person for their own use without anyone stopping them.

Knowing better, she got up and brushed her hands through her hair a bit before climbing down the ladder to the second floor of the mansion she worked in.

As she made her way along the bright hallways, hands stretched from their room to hand her their laundry.

Y/n balanced the baskets of clothes she was handed before making her way to the basement.

Stuffing the washing machines, she added a good amount of laundry detergent and pressed the wash button.

A bell rang on the wall to her left.

"Rat! Come clean the kitchen!"

Scurrying back up the stairs, she almost missed the hand towel thrown at her when she reached the kitchen.