Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Sugar and Spice Pt1: Sugar

"Haul yuh mudda cunt," Melinda murmured holding up a rat desperately trying to get out the plastic bag she trapped it in.

"Huh?" You accidentally blurted out and she turned quickly to see you with your towel in your hand ready to take a shower before any of the other girls woke up. Sundays were allowed morning showers and pretty much an on call basis for work. Otherwise you did your own laundry, food duties, and relax for the rest of the day, which was to recuperate from having blood drawn as Nurse Ng kindly informed you.

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake Vera."

She dropped the bag in the bin and tied up her hair. "Just a saying from my country. Sugar Islands the English call them. We prefer the term West Indies or Caribbean."

"Your accent is-"

"Exotic? Yeah thanks," she said bitterly.

"No it's beautiful. I've never heard it before."

Her mannerisms softened, "Oh, thank you... I'm sorry for snapping. The exotic comment is what I usually get. It's a terrible attempt at a compliment."

"The English aren't known for their compliments. How was last night?"

She breathed a sigh of relief for the change in subject. "I can't remember a thing. A year of extra chores, and I can't even remember a thing, what a waste." Grinning she turned wriggling her eyebrows. "How was yours?"

"Intriguing, but I don't remember most of it either. I think I fell asleep talking to him."

"At least you don't have a year worth of extra chores."

"You're right about that," you almost laughed wrapping your towel around your shoulders to hide your mark and let the hot water hit your skin.

"What's that about?"

"What?"

"You're hiding something on your neck or back."

"Oh... it's nothing," you said. You knew she was persistent, thinking up a lie to toss out if you had to.

"We all have our scars inside and out Vera. Don't worry you won't be judged here, not by me at least."

"Thank you," you said quietly letting a few seconds pass. "I was branded at a young age. People freak when they see it so I've gotten in the habit of hiding it."

"Look at my back" she said moving her wet curls aside. You saw raised marks along her back. "Slave trade, my father was forced to do that to me. The only memory I have of him is this. I'm sure he had a reason, but it didn't make it hurt less or go away. Point is, it's just skin, don't feel uncomfortable in it."

"Thanks," you murmured lathering up the sweet soap into your skin. Such a sweet soul you'd hate for her to get caught in the middle of this.