Black Maria

CHAPTER 1

She could have been tossing and turning on the comfortable hardness of the concrete floors. She could have been dreaming of the missed time of sweet freedom like her other cell mates were doing on the very floors which reeked of hopelessness. Instead,she was wide awake in her cell,sharing the lonely night with the stars which blossomed in the dark sky like tiny dots of hope.

Nestled in her heart,was fear. She was not frightened of the night,no. She had long learnt to put away her fear of the night. Her only fear was the fear of getting caught doing what she was doing. Peering through the square holes of the thick iron bars that kept her and the other slaves locked away from freedom,Nala fixed her steady gaze on him. He was perfect in every physical sense. He looked like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

He had Achilles golden hair and a mohican cut and scythe shaped eyebrows. His eyes were a perfect shade of deep blue which had speckles of green in them. The aquiline nose he spotted complemented his prominent cheek bones and his perfect lips were light pink. His Titan shoulders were part of his burly physique. To say that he was handsome was an understatement.

He had an air of grace around. He moved with the calculated grace of a tiger. This beautiful man was Cornerlis. He was the most powerful Dutch governor to ever rule. He governed over an entire continent occupied by people with a different body colour. People who seemed to be able stand most weather conditions and could work hard for hours before getting weak.

She knew he gave a speech to his soldiers and knew the exact days in which he gave his speech and therefore stayed awake just to witness his speech. She hardly understood a word of the language he spoke but she caught phrases like "vechten om de macht" and "meet kracht". She often heard him yell out words like"koppig heersers" and was very fascinated by how these words would smoothly roll out his tongue. He spoke with courage and fearlessness. She couldn't help but get drawn to his cold blue eyes. The very eyes which depicted his remorseless and empty soul.

Cornerlis was cold hearted and Nala knew this very well. She was aware of his ruthless nature. She and the other slaves,on several occasions were eye witnesses to the display of his rancorous behaviour. He sometimes found the pleasure of punishing slaves who tried to be stubborn by whipping them with horse whips instead of allowing the soldiers do their duty and this was done right before the eyes of the other slaves. Sometimes,he ordered the soldiers to eliminate officials who went against his wishes. He was simply barbaric and thrived on the sight and smell of death around him.

Every night in three days,a beautiful female slave was selected and washed down. She was smeared with natural ointment and given fresh clothes and this made her seem presentable. She was then taken to Cornerlis' chambers to satisfy his sexual needs. This was an event that occurred on a daily basis. Though the slaves dreamt of spending a night with this beautiful god,they still dreaded the moment of finally being selected to be his sex slave. This was because nothing good ever came when a slave was taken to the Governor's chambers.

If the situation was fortunate or the slave was able to satisfy him,she came out severely bruised up but if she was so unfortunate,the only way she left his chambers was when her corpse was carried out by the male cleaners to a dungeon concealed from all eyes. Probably even those of the vicious Governor.

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