Maria Yesta

Chapter III

Tilda entered the mansion, quickly signed the marriage contract and was guided to her room, it was in the attic, a dark dusty room, with just a large blanket and one small window, it was void of anything else; nevertheless it seemed like somebody lived there, the blanket wasn't as dusty as the room is. Mari was just quiet the whole trip to the mansion, she just kept a clueless expression on her face all along, when she reached the room she went straight to the blanket and after some time rolling there, she noticed a reddish brown stain on it, it was noon back then, with her little finger pointing to it she said with a sweet tone: " Mama, what is this?" "I'm coming to check it." Tilda said and went there as fast as she could, when she smelled the stain her face dried up in a second, she said with a blue face: "What... did I just do?" her hand on her mouth, she added "How could I?" shedding tears like crazy, she collapsed on her knees, then her daughter got to her and started consoling her crying mother caressing her hair, she asked: "Mama, what's wrong?", but Tilda was just crying speechless... then afterwards she said to her daughter "I'm sorry Dimaria".

It's evening, and Tilda spent the rest of the day laid on the blanket, and besides her was Dimaria who was screaming in hunger, the mother couldn't resist her screaming she punched her in the belly and knocked her out cold. Subsequently the butler entered without knocking and dictated the house rules on her: "First, There's no getting out of this house. Second, thou art now maids to Mr. Carlos. Third, for every second late on thine task thou wilst get whipped once in the torture room below. Fourth, thou wilst get only two meals a day. Fifth, thou art not free to quit this room only when ordered by the master or mine order. For now thou shalt not quit this room until further orders art issued. Understood?" Tilda went running and started hitting and kicking the butler, but he evaded all her attacks and landed a hit in the back of her neck, making her fall on her face unconscious. Splate then closed the door behind him and left the attic.

Bathing in the warm sunlight, Tilda woke up under the window by the sound of a plate sliding on the floor from a dog's portal in the door; it was only bread, some olives and a bottle of water. "So we were only downgraded to dogs now, huh, what a silly life we have in here" Tilda muttered, she subsequently woke her daughter up and ate breakfast. A half hour passed and Splate came and gave the girls their maids' outfits and told them: "thou shalt get ready in 15 minutes, Tilda, thou shalt take care of Master's clothes" and pointing to Dimaria he added "Thy child shalt accompany me to mine master's girls, Mina and Lina"

Mari was Carlos's daughters' human toy, they mocked her, beat her, played her and ordered her as they wished, and Tilda was the house maid if she made even one mistake she was punished hard in the torture room. 3 years had passed, and Tilda and Mari lived it all in hell, and as time passes Mari began to realize the dire situation they're living in, also her mother's naivity, she lamented her for it, she even stopped calling her by "Mama" but Instead she used her first name. Tilda thought of suicide several times now, but for the sake of her daughter she couldn't afford to do it. They were pretty flowers stripped by their freedom, in shackles they could only lament their situation and live by it while moving forward. Sometimes it was unbearable, but their instinct to live was stronger every time, they were hanging to a thread, but the light in their eyes never faded. They were flowers that bloomed in the middle of a raging war.