Chung Seo-Hyeon
Before I could spit out the blood in my mouth, another blow to my stomach sent me flying across the small cell. I coughed up a lot more blood than before and put a bruised hand over my aching stomach.
It's my fault. I made another mistake again.
"Tch, you bitch." He said.
. . .
I would get punished everyday for even the slightest mistakes. That day, it was because a strand of my hair was out of my head cap when I had greeted the Madam. Master always said that my hair was too beautiful for a slave, and that she was getting irritated by the sight of it.
I had been in a hurry that day as I had just finished the preparations for the Young Master's return when a lock of my hair had slid from underneath my cap. I hadn't noticed it and went to greet the Young master with the rest of the slaves. When I finally noticed my hair, it was too late. The madam had already spotted it from a distance.
"You think you can let your hair down as you please, slave?" She walked over to me and whispered quietly. In an instant, her hand flew in the air and slapped me hard. I held in my cry of pain and quietly bowed my head. "Madam, it was a mistake, please forgive my ignorance-"
Another slap. And another. And again. She slapped me a couple more times before taking a hold of my cap and throwing it on the floor. My hair came undone and cascaded down.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the young master, known to be beautiful and cold, staring at me wide eyed. He turned around and looked down at his hand, ignoring the situation in front of him.
He ran his fingers through his golden hair and closed his green eyes, looking away from the scene.
Before I could look back, Madam took a firm hold of my hair from my roots and threw me on the floor. My head hurt so much, but I didn't react. If I did, something even worse awaited me.
"Forgive this slave's ignorance." I pleaded.
I didn't dare look up; who knew what she would do to me this time?
"Michael, please call the Lord," She ordered the butler.
Oh, no.
The lord came about a couple minutes later and had me dragged to the dungeon. Quickly after that, he started to beat me for a while.
. . .
"You really don't know your place." He gripped my arm, dragged me across the room and threw me against the bars. The collision was so strong, my breathing became weak. So much to the point my vision became blurry.
I fell to the ground and didn't get back up. I heard him curse and call the guards to take me back to the Slave House.
Why must I always make mistakes? I deserve to be punished.
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.
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I ran and ran and didn't look back. I couldn't afford to look back. I had to run away as fast as I could before the guards caught up with me.
I couldn't let them kill me.
I was innocent, I didn't do anything wrong!
It was that bastard, Eric Leinhart.
I winced as the bruise on my stomach began throbbing even worse.
He really beat me to a pulp this time, huh?
The only reason the guards hadn't caught up at the time was because I had run away 30 minutes before the Slave House was undergoing it's daily inspection.
I hid behind a tree and bit my hand to stop myself from screaming out in pain.
I didn't deserve to be punished, Eric did. That bastard did this to me..!
I fell to the floor and sobbed quietly. I touched the mark on my neck; the mark that sold my life away. How did it even get on my fucking neck? I couldn't remember.
Why did this happen to me?
What have ever done to live such a depressing life?