"Father please, no!" My loud screams begin to ring in my ears as the rough wooden stick meets my skin. "Shut up!" Tears run down my face as dark blue spots begin to form on my black skin. I bite down on my lips as my adopted father beats me harshly. I get up moving my small legs, attempting to run from the tall white man, "Come here, you little brat!" He pulls my coiled hair roughly as I plead to be released from his grip. He touches me intimately as I cry for help. "You'll never escape me, black girl." I wake up, crying hysterically, unsettling the freshly new sheets. I look at my surroundings suddenly noticing my predicament. "Oh, look what I've done now." I sniffle, wiping my face and nose as I get up from the large bed, beginning to fix the messed-up sheets. I've must've fallen asleep while fixing her lady's bed. I sigh exasperatingly, "Look at the time the ceremony is nearly o-
Bang! Bang!
Two soldiers bang loudly on the steel door, waiting impatiently. The men were ordered to check the chambers for any bystanders, they look at each other drunkenly, clearly, they had enough to drink beforehand. They slam the door open. "Too bad all those beautiful English ladies were married, I would've taken them home in an instant." The other man looks through the chest curiously, "Does it matter married or not?" The two men laugh agreeing with each other when suddenly one of the french soldiers drops to the ground with a loud thump. The man looks to the left and sees his companion unconscious, blood dripping from his head. "What the hell!" He yells in French as he hears footsteps echoing through the marble corridors. Snapping his head up he runs out of the room beginning to chase the maid.