She could feel the blood dripping down her legs, the pain of the bruises made her legs go numb. The smell of alcohol made her cringe. She couldn't feel them, she prayed for sleep but sleep didn't come to her. Tears were flowing down her cheeks their own, sobs left her mouth. She felt helpless, once again. What was the life built by a woman when she was always going to suffer at a man's hand? Sleep had its own mind; it came to her in the end, consuming her in it and taking her away from the pain.
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"Mistress.." Someone shook her
"Mistress...Madam?"
Groggily, she opened her eyes and looked at Agatha. She had a gentle smile on her lips.
"I know what happened last night and I called a female doctor who bandaged you. Master poured alcohol on you to avoid infection. He cares too much." She spoke with a sigh but it almost felt sarcastic. Of course, working for the man, she couldn't be open.
