Avery opened her eyes for a while, in her daze, she could hear mocking voices. A frown marred her brows as she wondered if this was hell. She didt feel the intense burning of fire that those in hell normally experienced.
She strangely felt weak as her eyes scanned her surroundings, trying to know where she was. "Where the hell am I?" It sounded like she was talking to herself.
Suddenly a woman in her mid fifties wearing a maid attire walked towards her, carrying a basin of dirty water. Before Avery could comprehend what was going on, she heard a splash.
All the dirt water was down poured on her, causing the bad smell to permeate her nostrils. The maid scoffed without regard, her attitude was very haughty and rude.
"Hey, bastard! The madam said you should wake up and go get her the jewellery!"
Avery's eyes turned into dangerous slits. Slowly, she lazily rose from the ground.
"What did you just call me?" Her voice was slow but the strong aura she exuded scared the maid. But recalling that Avery was just a weakling, the maid regained her momentum and repeated herself with pride.
"A bastard! Why do you feel ashamed of your status in this family?" The maids' eyes became more excited as she spoke.
Avery felt a string break in her mind, and the next moment, she raised her hands high in the sky and slapped the maid hard. The sound of a jaw dislocating could be heard. Maurice screamed in pain and fright. She had a trace of disbelief on her face.
The other maids who were ready to watch the show shivered in great fright, as they took a step back, hiding their presence and involvement.
"You really ate the guts of an ox." Avery chuckled dryly. Her throat felt parched and talking felt very uncomfortable. She could feel that her body is suffering from malnutrition, based on the weakness she felt. Especially while talking. Just now, her lips hurt and she could feel that her face had suffered a severe beating on her face.
"You dare hit me? See if I won't beat you to death today!" Maurice had been in the Whiteman's family for fifteen years, she couldn't believe that Avery dared to hit her.
Avery gripped Maurice's neck ruthlessly, her eyes showing a dangerous glint. As Maurice struggled, Avery increased the strength of her grip, causing the former to choke hard, her eyes bulged with streaks of red veins visible in them.
Maurice's face swelled and turned red as she struggled and sobbed in between, unable to utter even a word of forgiveness. Avery's grip was iron like, it never loosened no matter how she struggled.
"You better mind what you say to me, my patience is very limited." After stating her words filled with cruelty, Avery swiftly flung Maurice away in disgust.
Maurice trembled like a dead mouse, she struggled to breathe, her lungs had been deprived of air for long. Her experience right now might cause her trauma, and Avery didn't care.
Avery looked down at the clothes she wore, and a strange disgust for the colour rose deep within her bones. She wore an orange flower gown, God knows she has a strong dislike for floral gowns and skirts alike.
A memory flashed inside her mind, causing her to pause in her actions. 'Wait a minute, who am I, where am I, what is going on?' Strange memories flooded into her mind, almost knocking her unconscious. She staggered for a bit and had to crouch down for a bit to regain her energy.
After regaining her energy, Avery's aura increased by 70 percent, and a strong urge to kill filled her bones but she tried hard to restrain herself.
She is no longer an assassin, killing someone now means taking huge risks.
Ignoring everyone's observative, and curious eyes, she walked towards the staircase following the memories in her mind. Avery bypassed Maurice and halted her footsteps. She walked towards the her, causing Maurice to duck backwards in fear and trepidation.
"Count yourself lucky that I didn't kill you on a whim. You know your sins, and you'd better atone for them before it's too late. You are the reason why I'm malnourished, isn't it?" Avery looked into Maurice's frightened eyes and squatted as she whispered into her ears.
"You fatten up your grandson, at the expense of my health and daily nutrition." Avery's voice was low and unhurried. Causing Maurice's eyes to widen in absolute shock.
Like though reading her mind, "Oh, you think I won't find out?" Avery chuckled as she reached out her fingers and slowly arranged Maurice's scattered hair. "Atone for your sins, or else, I'll make your grandson pay the price for messing with me." Avery's fingers grazing Maurice's skin felt like a scorpion's poison on her face.
Maurice kept trembling, she nearly had a heart attack on the spot.
"Oh… I am not done with you yet." Avery dropped her last sentence and climbed up the stairs. She slowly gazed at the hiding maids, who were observing the situation.
"You all better get to work, I don't know who will be the next victim." The weak ones shivered, while the tough ones snorted. Seeing their different reaction, Avery smirked. She would take her time, she is in no hurry to sort them all at once.
The moment the door to Avery's room closed, Maurice fainted. The maids took a strong sigh of relief and some went back to their duties. While others mocked Avery for feeling too complacent. The strong minded ones were already plotting behind Avery's back. Thinking of how to discredit her in front of Mrs. Whiteman.
Some maid who cared about Maurice rushed towards the old woman and hurriedly called the home doctor.
Meanwhile…
Avery stared at the white faced beauty in the mirror, the most surprising thing is that the face is hundred percent similar to her previous face before traversing.
She couldn't comprehend what happened at all. Strangely, she wondered if this life is another punishment or another pain. The red palm imprints on her face were still very visible. She tried opening her soft lips but tugged at the injuries on the corners of her lips.
Avery is a woman who never believed true happiness exists, she believes in doom, pain and sorrow. She is a stray soul, whose inner heart desires illumination.