Bloodlust

Chapter Two

She wakes up in the same shabby little room. It's been four days since she had awoken into this strange world.

Jasmine had told her that the Master ordered her to get back to work now that she had recovered from her last punishment. She was healed a long time ago but they had to pretend she was still in pain, so no one would be suspicious about her quick recovery.

She was offered a new dress, an exact copy of her old one. She holds the black cloth and veil in her hands. She was required to wear them once she leaves their little home. Her face is to be hidden from everyone, showing her face will result in her death.

Their kind was not allowed to show their faces to the higher ranks and to the Gods as well.

Nothing about this world made any sense.

The Gods and the ranks was utter bullshit.

She wasn't an overly religious person but the idea of polytheism was foreign to her. And these stupid ranks made her angry. Back in her real life, she was considered a respectable member of the middle class, not the scum of the economical pyramid.

She secures the cloth around her face before pulling the veil over it. Surprisingly, she could still see clearly, though the material itched on her skin. She wasn't exactly used to it.

On the bright side, no one can see her face. She had the habit of holding a permanent bitch face that her mother had always scolded her for.

She makes the journey out of the comfort of their little shack with Jasmine, taking a moment to peek at her surroundings.

There were more cottages spread around the field, similar to the one she's been in. It seemed like a plantation of some sort with laborers working hard on the crops. The men wore black clothes, their faces were also covered with a black mask of some sort.

They head towards a massive mansion on the hill with the sun burning on their backs, the thick clothing on their bodies soaked up all the heat, becoming heavy and a nuisance.

She was a sweaty and nervous mess when they reached the side of the house, a little out of breath.

"About time you filthy worms decided to grace us with your stinking service. The Master is in his study. Get to work and no mistakes this time," a woman with a rather nasty grin, yells at them.

Lavender was so tempted to slap the grin off her face but decided against it. She could tell that the lady was of a higher rank since her face was visible, she follows Jasmine quietly as they made their way to the kitchen.

Another thing she was told was that she was not to speak unless spoken to.

So many fucking rules!

She was grateful that her face was covered because she knew she would be punished instantly for glaring at the bitch.

She finds herself making tea, something she never knew she could do, but her body moved without her control, perhaps it was muscle memory.

Jasmine tastes the tea for her and nods her head.

"You've always made the best tea on the whole plantation," the pride in her voice made her smile.

"I honestly don't know what I'm doing," she suppresses the laughter that was threatening to escape.

She still wasn't sure about how she should behave outside of their shack. If she got whipped for the spilled tea accident, then God knows what other little thing she'll get punished for.

Maybe there's even a punishment for breathing too loud, who knows.

As they make their way around the endless halls, they come to a stop at one of the doors. She held the tray this time with steady hands.