Prisoner's Plight

Chapter 2: a new master

I watched in horror as her father struck without mercy hitting her in the side causing gruesome bodily damage. Her last words before starting to fall was "I choose him." Those words were enough to snap me out of the anger at what she had called me only a moment ago. Not wanting her to fall I reached out and took hold of the shirt collar since I couldn't reach any further.

She shuttered a gasp and went silent her body going limp and putting too much weight on my weak arm. Her father grumbled but pulled out his keys, I looked back at the others who watched it all play out but they would never help, they were too terrified and broken into submission. The pain and misery though hard only made me stronger willed however and I stood my ground as I turned back to her father.

He ignored his daughter's pain as he walked over and struck his stick against the cage again startling me causing my hand to drop its weight. He then took out his keys and unlocked the cage before stepping inside. "You have no right to touch her!" He snarled as he lifted his cane which was used for hitting us prisoners more than to walk.

I wanted so bad to yell at him but I knew it'd make things worse so instead I went to my knees and looked down as my hands rested on the floor. 'I ask of you Father protect me from the brunt as he strikes his wrath on me.' I prayed silently as I closed my eyes and prepared for the blows to come.

He then began to beat me as his anger grew, his blows stronger than they should have been making my head throb and blood drip from half-healed and new wounds. I felt weak and dizzy as my body began to sway, my eyes were full of pained tears as I struggled to stay up.

"Now carry her to her chambers and don't even think about any funny business." Her father finally commanded after he stopped to catch his breath. I looked over at the motionless girl as a bit of resentment took root in my heart. He struck me across the face angrily as his impatience grew and blood leaked from the cut he made on my cheek. "Get moving! You caused it now you fix it!"

I slowly got to my unstable feet and stumbled out of the cell before falling on my knees next to her. Pain exploded from every wound I bore as if the injuries wanted me to take revenge. But I ignored it as I took the tiny thing into my arms as a baby and got back to my feet.

"Now follow me and don't even think of trying to escape!" He growled before leading the way to the corridors. I silently followed carrying the girl in my arms, she was surprisingly light and soft, and it made me smile and dream of a possibility of having a family of my own even though no one would want me.

I was too deformed and ruined for anyone to love me, except Yeshua of course. But no one would want a slave as a husband since it was never a paying job or high in status. The girl moved around a bit as I thought and it made me relieved that she was kind of ok. I glanced down at her face that was soft and sweet and a burning desire made itself known in me though the resentment won. I frowned and focused on the path I had to follow as her father led me down halls and up stairs.

After almost twenty minutes of walking we finally came to her chambers. I was grateful because I was starting to struggle with the pain and her cumbersomeness. He pointed to the bed where I laid her down before stumbling back into a corner where I stood crookedly as I watched her father.

He went to the bedside and checked her over to make sure she was fine before glaring at me and leaving the room. I let out a sigh of relief as I brushed a hand through my bloody dirty hair. I then turned to stare at the girl who was still unconscious with her hair wafting over her pillows and her face tilted to the side where it seemed to stare at me. Her skirts fell in waves off the side of the bed and her cloak she had been wearing seemed to be falling off her.