Blood Red (Adopted by Cannibals)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Opening the back door, I'm immediately greeted by chicken wire. Looking around, it looks like the chicken coop is attached to the house, so when you open the back door you are with the chickens. I sigh happily, breathing in the fresh air that I so desperately crave in the house. There are around ten chickens or so.

"Nova the feed is over here." He leads me over to a box of to the side of the chicken coop. Lifting the lid I can see the bags of food. Ann takes one and takes it over to another box however this one is more like a bowl.

"Because we still need to get the house jobs done, we only have a little time here each day. I know you like being outside, but you need to earn it." With that, she turned around back to the back door. Taking one last deep breath of the delicious fresh air I follow behind her not wanting to make her mad and taking away my one little excitement.

Once back inside 'Mum' handing me all the cleaning supplies that I would be needing today. She handed me an empty bucket which I will be able to fill up in one of the bathrooms, a mop, several spray bottles and several rags and a scrubber. She also mentioned that there is a vacuum cleaner in the broom closet upstairs. She also instructed me to leave all the supplies in that closet once done and throw the rags in the washing. Apparently, tomorrow will be a laundry day.

Soon after giving me all the supplies and telling me where to go she disappeared back into the kitchen where I can hear the clanging of dishes. Sighing I make my way up the stairs. Upstairs, like the rest of the house, is rather old. It isn't in desperate need of renovating but knowing that the stairs won't collapse on me would be a nice feeling. Leaning over the dirty white railing I am able to see the living room and barley the front door where the boys had left several minutes ago. I think that if they got the house fixed up it will look gorgeous, luxurious maybe too.

With a big sigh, I got to work. Deciding to mind the broom closet first I turned to the right and tried the first door, immediately striking gold. There was the vacuum cleaner. I quickly placed the bucket, mob and bottles in the closet and took out the vacuum instead. It'll be easier for me to start by vacuuming - Maybe. There is so much dust and dirt around here. I wonder when the last time she cleaned up here was. The rest of the house seemed to be decently clean.

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I spent the rest of the day cleaning. I started by vacuuming everywhere, every bedroom, and the hallway and even the stairs. I then mobbed the hardwood floors which is all the floors. I had also managed to scrub the stair railing so hard that it almost looks new. Who knew that with a little cleaning it can revive a house or anything for that matter? Ann hadn't called me at all today until just now. Entering the kitchen, I am greeted with a bright smile. The same bright smile the had held last night when they cut my thighs. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. My thighs have been aching all day because of them. I hope the cuts don't get infected. I should probably check up on them before bed tonight.

Feeling drained I plop myself down on 'my' chair with my head on the table. Due to the pure exhaustion feeling unable to move. My feet feeling relaxed at having the pressure removed after standing all day.

"Nova dear, I know you're tired, but you need to help with dinner." I lift my head a little letting out an exhausted grunt unable to even form words as I let my head fall back on the table. I watch her eyes harden as I don't mover.

"I'm giving you till the count of three. You've been very good with cleaning and helping but this is not how you act around here." I continued to stare wide eyes. I want to get up to help but I feel tired.

"One." Her voice echoed through the now silent kitchen. I remain frozen, terrified to the bone. What will she do to me if I don't move? Cut me more? Hit me like done before? Or will she do something different? I can feel my body shake, somehow having enough energy to do so but not stand up.