My entire life due to my status I had been helped with my bath help with baking and dressing up. Some maids use to touch me and I felt nothing.
Today on the other hand I had every kind of disgust crawl my skin and I said nothing.
The helplessness I felt today was very new to me.
Hands touched me all over leaving bruises on my skin that is only seen as gentle hands. They scrub me hard and I felt as if they were trying to get every man's touch of me. How ironic it was but they were trying to get rid of me when I was going to have it put on me all over again.
"What are you going to be next?" I mocked, they had stripped me of my clothes and dignity which practically left me with nothing. "Sell me to the highest bid?"
A girl, older than the rest, nodded. "Precisely. Good that you know."
I wish I knew how to curse.
As they had done washing me I was dressed and they give me a course at which pushed up my breast more than necessary.
