A Kiss For Every Lifetime

Chapter 4: Fifth Lifetime

This was new...

A replica of myself stood before me. She was wearing the most beautiful dress I have ever seen and her body was adorned with glittering jewels that glints against the sun.

She was standing under the shade of a tree with her arms crossed on her chest while she glared at man clad in an expensive suit fit for a prince.

"You must be the lady that took my man's wit away?"

My replica rolled her eyes, "And who are you?"

The man laughed and leaned forward making my replica took a step back. "That's a secret," he whispered in her ear and my replica turned bright red.

She placed her hands on the man's chest and pushed him away as hard as she could and the man stumbled back and fell on the ground.

He groaned and stood up. Brushing himself off from the filth sticking in his suit, my replica threw her head back and started laughing.

The man stopped glaring at her and for a moment, he stood still and stared at my replica with awe and admiration.

My replica stopped laughing when she noticed the stare the man had been giving her. Same as the man, she stood still and look at him with a different kind of emotion evident on her face.

"Who are you?" My replica asked and the man took ahold of her hand with a smile...

"I'm—"

"Wake up Helen, master wants you to prepare his bath,"

A loud pounding in my door shook me wide awake. Slightly daze from what I had dreamt, I hop out of my rock hard bed and wobbled towards the chair where my dress hanged.

I hurriedly slip in the dress and rush out of the room. A lanky woman grabbed my elbow and dragged me out of the house and headed towards a house with steam coming out from its windows and gaps.

She gently opened the door and shove me inside. "Don't mess this up girl or you'll be cleaning the chicken coop for the whole month," the woman whispered threateningly and shut the door close in front of my face.

I nervously run my hand on my skirt to wipe off the dampness. I walk around the room mindlessly until I reached the very end of the hallway I was walking in. The sound of water splashing came from behind a thin curtain hanged carefully on a beam.

"Are you going to stand their all day long or are you gonna help me with my bath?"

I push the curtain out of my way and I saw a big wooden tub filled with steaming water up to the brim. A naked man was in it and I gasp.

The man turn to look my way and his face darkened. "What are you standing their for?" He shouted and I rush towards him. An hour has passed and the man's back was turning red from all the scrubbing he ordered me to do.

It took all my will power to not wander my eyes lower to his toned chest. I never knew my master was handsome and very...bulk.

He soon asked me stop and he stood up from the tub and I turn my head to avoid seeing his goods. He chuckled slightly and shamelessly hop out from the tub and towards the robe one of my fellow maids hanged in a wall nearby.

"What is your name?"

I stiffened and hang my head low as possible to avoid his eyes. He let out a sigh and his footsteps came nearer towards me and I held my breath.

"You're scared of me?"

I nodded slightly and he chuckled softly. "You should be." He whispered near my ear and heat rush to my face as his warm breath fanned my face. "Look at me slave," his voice was deep and dark and I raise my head hesitantly.

When I met his eyes, I have never felt so much fear. I sag my shoulders and turn my head to the other side.

"What is your name?"

I swallowed the bile rising from my throat, "Hel—en," I stammered and bit my lip. My master placed a finger under my chin and raised my head, "Tell your head that from now on, you shall be the only one to serve me when I take a bath," he said sternly and turn his back from me.

I nearly lost my footing when I walk back towards the servant's quarters. Rumors had it that our master was not the kind of man we can mess with. He was once a general who decided to become a tyrant to take a break from all the bloodshed. It was also said that any servant that serves him in his bath can't leave his bathhouse without being ravished by him.

It was the most dreadful thing to serve him on his bath speaking for the fact that I have seen with my very own eyes the servant's rushing out of the doors, barely dressed and tears streaming down their faces.

Once I entered the house. All eyes were on me and the head housemaid rush to me. "What did you do?" She hiss like a snake and I was taken aback by her rudeness, isn't she suppose to ask me if I was fine?

"Helped him bathe," I mumbled and she glared at me, "Anything the master said?"

"He said, from now on, I'll be the only one to serve him in his bath," I muttered in distaste and the head gasp in surprise. "Prepare Helen's new room," she shouted and disappeared in the mass of bodies.

Once she was out of sight together with a bunch of servants, the rest crowded me and I slip pass them, unnoticeable as possible.

A month passed and the more I served the master, the more I got to know him. The third month, I was able to act casual around him and he didn't mind me laughing at his attempts to make fun with everything.

A year had gone by and everything changed. The master had called for my presence more frequently and not for his bath. The other servants suspected that I did something to him but I hardly even go near him, just casual talks and few laughter.

I realized his intentions were more than a master and a servant must have. I started avoiding him as hard as I could and it seems to get his attention.

And then he called for me...

"What is happening to you?"

I hung my head in fear. "Nothing master," I answered and he stood up from the seat he was sitting on and marched towards me. He grab my shoulders and pull me upright.

Out of astonishment, I meet his eyes and that was the most regrettable thing I had ever done in my entire life. His eyes held something more. It was...lust.

I struggled against his hold and when he let go of me, I rush towards the door but he grab my dress and pulled me back towards him, ripping the fabric when he did so.

"Please let me go," I pleaded while tears run down from my eyes. I heard him make a noise in the back of his throat and their I realized how pressed my body was towards him. I felt a slight bulge near my naval and I felt sick.

"Please master, let me go," I cried desperately as I push his rock hard chest away from me. He tightened his hold on my waist and I cried out as his nails buried itself on my skin, enough to cause a small bleeding.

"Be my wife,"

My body turned stiff, my hands turned cold and I felt a slight pounding in my head. I shook my head furiously and push him away.

I fell to the ground when he let go of me. I covered my face with my hands and tried to drown out the sounds of breaking with my cries. Warm hands suddenly grab my neck and dragged me out of the bathhouse.

I crashed to the ground and when I look up, servants were everywhere, they were all kneeling in front of me with their head hung low but eyes trained towards me like a hawk.

Something cold pressed down on my nape and when I turn to look, I saw my master standing over me with a sword in his hand. He glared at me and raised the sword.

A heavy feeling came to my chest and I turn to look at my surroundings one last time and my eyes landed on a man hidden in the shadows. Hardly visible but was surely looking at me. Something inside me stirred but before I could register what it was.

Everything turned black.