Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

14 - Forced Servitude

"If you can't run, you crawl. If you can't crawl - you find someone to carry you." Joss Whedon

Rattles of chains. That's all I've heard for the past few days; or at least when I was in my 'quarters'. Whenever I was out of that room, I wore a metal collar like some unruly dog. At this current moment in time, I was standing in a lavishly furnished room, glaring at Sigyn who was sitting in a chair and looking at me. "You're not very entertaining."

"Well excuse me for not being the life of the party." I spat, earning a smirk from her. She stood up and sauntered over to me. She stood maybe a few inches taller than me, but it didn't make me back down. I was surrounded by taller people, I was used to it.

"That's no way to talk to your mistress." I scrunch my nose.

"Mistress would suggest you have power over me, which you don't." She scowled and struck me, my head snapping to the side from the impact. I grunted a bit from the pain it caused, but other than that I lifted my head to look at her.

"I have the power over your life Svala. You will do as I say. I want this room and the dining hall cleaned by tonight. I'm expecting company. Royal company." She struck me once more before leaving the room. I still in silence for a moment, looking around the room. My face hurt from the strikes, but I would never admit it to her.

The prick of tears was a welcome emotion at this point. Despite hating the woman, I busied myself with the 'cleaning' of the already immaculate room before moving to the dining hall, which was in much of the same state. She doesn't even need a servant. The rooms are pretty up-kept.

Somehow I had managed to tire myself out. My black hair was knotted and tangled, my clothes - which were still my jeans and a shirt because I refuse to wear a dress - had stains on them and the bottom of the legs of my jeans were mangled and torn. I felt someone slap me upside the head, making me squeal. When I went to yell at the person I turned and stopped when I saw a boy who was only a bit taller than I was, I didn't know how old he was after being told that aging for them was different to normal people.

"Staring is rude you know." He had an accent of sorts that I couldn't pinpoint. I blush and look down.

"S-Sorry." I mumble before moving to the door, awaiting the arrival of the guests. Unfortunately, he followed me. I look at him as he stands across from me, his gaze evaluating me. "Can I help you?"

"Nope. Just looking." I felt like gagging. He thought I was just something to look at in his own time. I wanted to slap him, so slap him I did. The sharp sound of impact echoed through the hallways. When he looked at me, I could see in his eyes that he had never been hit by someone, let alone a woman.

"I am not something that you can ogle whenever you fucking damn well please. I am a fucking human being with a will of her fucking own." I growl, my anger rising.

"Well, perhaps I shall tell mother of what you just did."

"Go ahead, see if I care." I yell after him as he disappears through the labyrinth of hallways. Stuck up bastard.

He had only been gone a few minutes before I felt myself drifting towards the sleepy side. That is until a knock, or something like that was heard at the front door, which I happened to be leaning on. Groaning, I open the door for whoever was at the front door. "We're here-"

"Yeah, yeah, down the hall second door on you right." I answer before walking off, leaving them speechless at the front door. I almost made it to my room before my arm was hooked on another and I was suddenly being dragged back the way I came. Upon entering the dining hall I sharp kick to the back of my calf sent splintering pain up my leg and I cried out before I was dropped to the ground. I was looking at the floor before I felt a sword under my chin, lifting my head so I was looking up at those around me.