Ignorance

8

I raised my arms as the maids slipped a night gown over me. The fabric seemed to be made of cotton, as it was lighter than the dress I had on throughout the day. "Thank you." I murmur as they lead me once more to Sir. "You look exquisite, my dear." He said as he took my hand, leading me to the bed.

Sir laid me down, pulling the blankets and sheet over me before laying down himself. His arm wrapped across my waist, bringing me into his bare chest. He snuggled closer to me as he hugged me to him. "Why are you holding me, sir?" I asked as I wrinkled my brow. "It's an act of intimacy between eternal flames. It's to ensure we grow closer. Is this alright?" He asked as he lessened his hold on me. I nodded as I turned my body towards the source of warmth.

I felt his lips on my forehead as he bid me 'goodnight'. Instead of going rigid, my body seemed to relax as I lulled myself to sleep.

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"Wench!" Master Glendale yelled at me, waking me. "Yes master." I say, bowing my head.

He grabbed at my hair, almost ripping it from my scalp. Whimpering pathetically, he yanked me out a door, my feet sinking slightly in the mud.

I had been with Master Glendale for some time. I had grown accustomed to his drunken rages many days ago. I had grown accustomed to him throwing empty bottles of ale at me. To him cursing at me. I didn't dare ask what I had wrong.

My feet stumbled underneath me, making me fall. Master yanked again at my hair, making me cry out as I struggled to my feet. Soon enough I felt the warmth of light on my skin, the smell of sex hung heavy in the air.