Chapter 5 - Beginnings of a Butler

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TW: Abuse, Blood

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A fog had rolled in.

I was looking out the window of my room when I noticed that the fog was only on the edges of our village.

Weird...

It was weird.

Why did it just stay there and not come closer?

What would cause that?

I had a lot of questions that I had no answers to, but that wasn't what should have worried me at the moment.

I should have gotten down from the window.

Before I had a chance to react or hop down from the window, my door flew open and my head flew frantically to the noise that had suddenly resounded through the room.

It was...

Him.

The monster that keeps me in my cage.

He crossed the room angrily, yanked me off the windowsill, and grabbed my arm roughly as he dragged me to the bed. I could see he had a knife in his other hand and I started to plead with him that I wouldn't look out the window ever again.

He didn't listen and threw me roughly on the bed.

"Nu vrei să mă asculți, fato? Bine. Fă cum vrei tu, rahat mic și lipsit de respect. Dacă vrei o pedeapsă, atunci vei primi o pedeapsă!" He yelled.

(You don't want to listen to me girl? Fine. Have it your way you disrespectful little shit. If it's a punishment you want, then it will be a punishment you will get!)

"Nu! Te rog! Nu mă voi uita! Promit că nu mă voi uita! Nu mă pedepsi, te rog!" I begged as he stalked closer to me.

(No! Please! I won't look! I promise I won't look! Don't punish me please!)

"Ai mai spus asta Andrada... Nu mai suport comportamentul tău nenorocit!" He yelled back, ripping my shirt off and flipping me over so my stomach was on the bed.

(You've said that before Andrada... I'm done putting up with your fucking behavior!)

"Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu, nu! Nu din nou! Nu din nou!" I cried as I sobbed into the bedsheets that smelled like they had never been washed before.

(No, no, no, no, no! Not again! Not again!)

"Trebuie să înveți. Ai încălcat regulile. Acum vei învăța din nou." He said dangerously, his tone low and rough.

(You have to learn. You broke the rules. Now you will learn again.)

Without any more talking, I felt the knife pressing into my back and carving a line straight down. The pain was awful. I could feel every movement as he slowly yet meticulously dragged it down so it made a straight line. He always did this to show when I broke the rules. He used them as a counting system...

And when I got too many?

He would-

My eyes shot wide open and I quickly sat up in the bed I was just laying on.

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