Chung Seo-Hyeon
I ran away after he tried to kiss me.
I was on my way to the Slave House. It had been a month since I had started to question the Masters' ways of punishment only I ever received. I usually lingered on the thought, but at that moment, I had decided to think about it later.
I had never been that tired. I had been preparing the Madam's birthday party for a couple of days now with some of the other Slave Maids. That day, we had finished arranging the flowers and the chair designs. I was exhausted because I already barely had any sleep when one of the Masters birthday's comes around the corner.
I was walking slowly when a firm hand covered my mouth and another took a hold of my arm. The hands dragged me towards a corridor before pinning me against the wall. Once I was cornered, He let go my arm and took off my cap.
I started to panic.
What if the maids saw my hair?
I started to frail desperately.
no, no, no, I don't want to get punished again.
I looked at my abductor, only to see bright yellow hair and dilated green eyes. Eric Leinhart, the Young Master, was looking at me with wide eyes and a disgusting smile. He kept his hand on my mouth. His other hand took a tress of my hair into it's grasp.
"What beautiful hair you have, Olivia," he breathed wildly.
What the fuck is happening?
I stared at him in horror. What did this Madman want?
He took his hand off my mouth, and I instantly took the opportunity to scream like I had never before. He angrily took my hands and slammed them against the walls to my sides. I felt my heart rate quicken.
"Olivia, marry me."
What.
The.
Hell.
"Let go of me!" I yelled. He stared at me with crazy eyes. I'm never marrying the likes of him, a lustful man who only wants me because I look good with my hair down.
"Olivia, isn't this good for you? Marrying me?" He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "You wouldn't be a slave anymore, you'd be free!"
I wanted to be free, but I didn't want to live alongside such vermin. I might've put up with such treatment before, but I still had some standards!
"No, I don't want to, let me go-!"
"Olivia!" He silenced me with a yell. His smile faded into a horrendous scowl. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to sob as quietly as possible. He didn't seem like he would let go, no matter how I pleaded.
If I rejected him, I would be beaten to a bloody pulp. If I accepted, the life that awaited me as the next Madam of the House would be horrible. I've seen all the restrictions the current Madam lives under. I'm also certain that no one would respect because of my origins. I had nothing to gain from becoming his wife.
"Olivia, stop crying. It's not like I'm going to hurt you," His grip loosened around my wrists, "Just marry me! You'd be treated like you deserve to be!"
Stop saying my name through that disgusting mouth of yours.
He started to lean in closer until we were only an inch apart. My eyes frantically looked around for a chance to escape.
I looked down and saw that his legs were open. I took the chance to hit him downstairs with my knee. He instantly let me go and fell to the ground, grunting in pain.
I took the opportunity and ran away as far as I could. If I had stayed there, I would've been killed by the Lord for attempting to seduce Eric.
"You bitch! You should be grateful we took you in even though you were a Ravenscroft!"
Ravenscroft? That sounded too familiar.
My head started throbbing in pain. I ignored it and ran for dear life.
I don't have time to worry about what a bastard like him has to say.
They always treated me worse that anyone else, always beat me the most, always overworked me. Yet I stayed. I knew I had no other choice.
The Slave mark makes it so you could be tracked down by the brander if you ever decide to run away. I knew I couldn't escape, but I'd rather leave and die in the wilderness than be killed by the likes of them.
As time had passed, I had started to resent the Masters bit by bit. I knew what they we're doing was wrong.
They hadn't noticed my hatred build up over time, and they would continuously beat me, adding fuel to the fire.
The day I ran away, all the anger, the hatred I had felt exploded. It helped me become what I am today. It helped me awaken.