𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉? 𝐻𝓊𝒽? 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒. - 𝐹𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒜𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃 (𝒮𝒾𝓎𝒶𝒽 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝒶𝓏 𝒜𝓈𝓀)
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The clothes given to me included straight black trousers and a white tuck in shirt like I was some sort of waitress. I changed in to them and walked downstairs. And there, I couldn't find anyone or even the way. So I stood there, waiting for someone to show up and guide me. Why should I make an effort? It wasn't like I was interested in working as a maid without even getting paid, who does that? And it wasn't every day when you kidnapped a random girl and made her your maid. This man was a psycho and he was determined to make me psycho as well.
I stood there but nobody showed up, not even maids. So I sat down against the sofa on the plush carpet, waiting for someone to show up so they could show me around. The thought of escaping crossed my mind several times but I dismissed it because it was day time and it was close to impossible to escape this place. It wasn't like I was planning to stay here forever, just for the time being to conjure up a plan for escape.
"What are you doing here I told you to come and find me." Ahd's legs came in my view and I looked up at her. She motioned me to get up which I did. "Look you can't be slacking off like this. You don't know Omer and I wouldn't want to upset him if I were you." I shrugged, not caring about freaking Omer. He could drag me back to hell for all I cared. Heck, I didn't even know anyone here. At least I knew Charlie back there, not that I wished to go back. Any place was better than that hell.
"Now get up. I'll assign you tasks and come report me at the end of the day." I stood up, nodding simultaneously. "And look, I am polite with you because you look like a nice girl, just don't cause any trouble." I nodded again, half listening to her. She was a nice girl but I wasn't going to bond with her or form any friendship. I never had any friends, only may and even she changed school when we were 12. After that I had no friends, there was Teo but I didn't consider him friend, he was just there... existing, someone I could depend on but not a friend. Charlie- I would consider her a friend.
She kept on telling me what I had to do and then asked me again what my name was and at that I just stared at her deadpanned. She sighed, shaking her head.
"Why won't you speak? It'll make things easier." She pleaded, "You can't be mute right? Mute people can't hear as well." She cleared her throat, probably feeling uncomfortable. "Just tell me what to call you, you don't have to talk after that." I shrugged. I damn cared what she called me. She could call me a bitch for all I cared, I just had one motive here and that was to escape.
"Can you at least write your name?" I gnashed my teeth and sent her glare. Could she give up already? She was giving me a fucking headache. I snatched the piece of paper from her hand that had list of tasks I had to do and walked towards the kitchen as she had guided me previously. When I entered the kitchen, two women were cutting vegetables and one was stirring something inside the pot.
They all turned towards me when I entered and stopped, the women cutting vegetables looked at each other and then at me. The older woman who was stirring the pot walked towards me with a smile on her face.
"Hello dearie, Ahd told me about you." I nodded, "do you know how to cook?" She asked with a smile on her face, the corner of her eyes formed crow feet when she smile and the wrinkles on her forehead told me that she was in her late forties.
I shook my head telling her no. She smiled once again. Why was she smiling so much? Did she have enough reasons to smile all the time? I forgot when I smiled the last time, a proper smile that showed my joy. How could she smile while living with a monster? It was all beyond me.
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