' I suppose you all know why you're here today.' the king spoke his voice radiating an air of authority as our foreheads touched the carpeted floor while we were on our knees. I hated kneeling in front of him but I couldn't stop myself.
He had so much power and so much control.
' I am sorry master.' Cecilia spoke and I couldn't help but follow my eyebrows in confusion. I wanted to get up and look at him but I couldn't. It felt as if my entire body was under a spell and I was waiting for his command. What could I do with myself? Rachel was right beside me and she wasn't saying anything.
' Sorry is not going to cut it. you know the rules Cecilia and yet you broke them.' he said without a voice filled with disappointment.
' I tried to teach her but she was difficult. She couldn't listen to me and she…''
' Excuses. you're full of excuses.' he cut her off, as I heard him moving around the room. I didn't understand what they were talking about but I had a bad feeling about this.
' Assume the position.' His command was swift and powerful. 'The rest of you can watch.' I couldn't help but look up immediately. I was not only just curious but I was scared. for some reason I feared for Cecilia is well. but she didn't have to serve about this right? however I watched as Cecilia brought herself to words the King's bed and she knelt down and pulled open the zipper of her dress making sure that her bareback was naked and visible. she brought herself towards the bedpost, and held on to it while on her knees before arching her back and resting her head on the piece of wood. My brows furrowed as I looked at Rachel who was instead rather scared. the sound of a large connecting to her body echoed through the room startling the both of us. when Cecilia gasped and I stared at her my eyes followed up to the king who held a whip in his hand. my eyes grew wide with horror as I suddenly realised what was happening. please had been what Rachel had gone through. what she was so afraid of saying.
When he flogged her back again Cecilia gospel clenching her fists and stopping herself from screaming. my heartbeat drastically as I tried to comprehend what was happening. it was Grewal. not only that she was being punished because of me but that one man was treating us like children. judging us. controlling us.
when the third week fell on Cecilia back Rachel broke down crying. and I couldn't help but understand her. I stopped down to her and grabbed her in my arms comforting her. at the king did not stop. he kept hitting her again and again and again. so much so that they are visible marks on Cecilia skin. not once did she cry out. not once did she break down. she kept her head down and she took it. it was almost sinister. as if she had gone through this before and gotten used to it. I wasn't close with any of these girls, Not in the way I would wish. I can't really figure them out and I can't ask such personal questions.
' come here, little one.' I hated it when he called me that. his eyes are shining into mine Bradford and intensity and darkness that I couldn't reject. a girl but as a shakingly moved towards him fearing for my life.
he extended his hand forward urging me to take the whip. I looked at him with this belief as I stepped back shaking my head no. He smirked, as if the situation was amusing to him right before lashing at cecilia's back again this time with much more force that Cecily actually Cried Out. he stared back at me with a sinister smile before pushing the weak towards me and again I shook my head while breaking down. He hit her back again. and again. and again. What kind of mind games were this?
' The only way you're going to make it easy for your sister, if you take the whip yourself.' he let out and I couldn't help but feel so much hatred for him. The girls had told me earlier that the king refers to each of us as sisters because he believes he has created this little harem to protect us. but those were only the comforting words that a sadistic horrible man told himself so that he could sleep at night.
I hesitated and he hit her again, this time causing the skin of her back to rip a little and little drops of blood painted the floor. Rachel cried out more, and I felt as if I had sunk into a hole of darkness and despair. I wanted this to be over. this torture.
' I made a mistake. Please let me take her place.' I cried out but he didn't listen. He kept hitting her and Cecelia kept crying. I hated myself for this. but my pleas only fell on deaf ears.
I dropped to my knees and bowed my head on the floor right before stretching my hands hesitantly and touching his toes.
' Please, let me take her place.' I begged and for a while he stopped. I didn't try to look up at him. I did not know what the rules were and maybe touching him was a big mistake. but it was the only way I would distract him. it was the only way I could beg.
' Please allow me to take her place. I will bear the cross. I will do whatever you want. anything you want, master. just please spare them.' my voice was broken and so was my spirit. never in my life and I saw such a gruesome thing.
' Get out!' His voice was Deep and hoarse, ' both of you.' I looked up and aware of who he was referring to and I watched as Rachel got up from the floor immediately before working towards Cecilia. I kept my head down afraid of angering him anymore. I heard the sound of footsteps shuffling around the carpet and I knew that it was Rachel and Cecilia. I could still hear Their cries. and I knew there was not a 'sorry' in this world that could make up for it.
The door was open and then it was shot a few moments after. I knew what that meant. but I was afraid to look for myself. and so I remained there, kneeling touching his feet with my head bowed.
We were alone and I was at his mercy. What was he going to do?