Chapter 5 I hate black maids

This is hell I must say

The entrance of hell!

"How did you get into my chamber!" She roars angrily at me. I

Instantly I went on my knees,

"I'm... sorry...milady" my words breakdown along the way, as my whole body tremble down in a deep fear. I have only heard of stories about her but never had i meet her before. I guess she is just as the devil mistress as they describe her "Sorry!? You say?" She walks closer to meet me who was on my knees. "You useless blacks thinks you're special! But nothing else than slaves meant to killed!" She snapped

Immediately the word kill left her mouth, I teardown in tears, my body turned cold as fear eaten me up more. that's means I am going to die! "Milady please have mercy on me, I just help a friend who was sick to clean your room nothing more!" I pleaded, place my hands on her feet for her to believe what I'm saying but this creepy lady never wants to listen to my pleading words.

"You think I'm a fool?" She title her head down to me.

"No...milady. I have never said that"

"Shut the fuck up! You black are always good in stealing and nothing more, Guards!" She calls to the demons. They march in one accord, "take her away to dungeon, where she belongs!"

"Milady....please. believe me, I'm only saying the truth!"I plead no one listens to me.

I was dragged away despite my pleading for mercy, along the way, some of the maids who saw me pity me, some were amused. I don't know what to do but all my mind can tell is that I am going to be kill. probably hang to the dead like some of the blacks I have seen years ago or crucified in the presence of the white. My life is hell, the men show no mercy to me as they drag me along the hard, rough ground causing pains to my skin.

Finally, I bought to the dungeon where other blacks are kept to be punished for their offense. The place stinks as hell, I was kept there.

"Where's the cane!" I heard A man asked. Instantly I know, I was the one to be flogged. They handed him the cane he requested for. "How many did the lady required?" He asked the men who drags me here. "Twenty, master!" one said, twenty whips? Does Lady Emily wants to kill me? but at least I'm not dying, I thought I was going to be hung to death.

"Alright, drags her here!" He ordered his men, I was dragged to his front. "Hmm, this one seems different from the others" he bends down to me to take a proper look of me. "Hmm, blue eyes rapture" he chuckled, as his eyes darted lustful at me. Taking up to down by his eyes.

"Don't you think you're too pretty to be flogged or punished?" He asked but no response from me as I bow down my head in fear. "Don't be shy I will make your punishment better. Lay down straight!" He command, I looked at him in confusion, lay down straight for what?

"I'm not talking to you!", The next thing I expected I was hit on my face by this bastard.

"I said lay down!" He repeats, my hand on my slapped cheek, trying to record what just happened. "This one is stubborn, holds her down!" The other two men hold me down for him to have his way on me. He climbed on me, touching every part of my body. Feeling amused, "WOW, she's still fresh" he murmured, tossed off my big floppy gown.

"Amazing!" He exclaims at the view of my underwear while I struggled with the strong grips holding me down

"Please don't do it!" I plead, hot tears running down my cheeks. " Why?" He asked devilishly at me. "You can't be untouched forever!"

He's right if l was not touched by him, I might be touched by others. we don't know the kind of people we meet every day. Mother was right, the world is a dangerous place to live in especially by yourself. I shut my eyes tightly expecting the worst to happen. Ask I fully accepted what comes next. I didn't with men holding me again. At least, their grips on me become lighten when they noticed I wasn't struggling but fully submitted to the man above me.

"What going on here!" A familiar voice asked from afar. The men suddenly let go of me.

"I said what's going on here?" He asked again directly at the men who placed their heads down. I was confused and stunned by the men suddenly behavior. Why aren't they touching me again? I asked myself, because back in Lord Mayors, when white men has their way with black women, no one dares to stopped them even white too. The figure standing in the dark walks closer to us in redemption. Now I can clearly seen his face but he seen familiar. He is well definition of handsome, noble man.

"Am I not talking to living souls!" He growled,

"Sorry...milord, we were ordered to punish her!" they speak out intensely. Shrivering at the sight of the furious handsome man in front of them. "Who ordered you?"

"Lady Emily milord!" one of them speak up,

"Did she said you should sleep with her!" He growled again at them this time more frightening. "No...milord!" they answered in chorus.

"We're sorry milord" they bowed. He walks closer to me, kneel in front of me. I was stunned and lost in my thoughts. Who is this handsome man that makes people shake at the sound of his voice!

"How you okay?" He asked, I raise my face to see the stunning gentleman kneeling in front of me. He's dead-looking, those lovely black eyes look the same as the ones I saw years ago. He held me up, that the first time in my life a white man helps a black woman like me. He picks up my floppy tore gown and wore it on me by himself! That's was extremely surprising

I looked dumbfounded at him. I was ashamed of myself being expose but this handsome stranger help me! "Come on," he said, gently hold on to my wrist to stands up. I get on my feet, he still holds on to me. " Don't worry lord I can help myself" I said,

"No! I Insisted" he urged reply quickly. I seen I had no choice but to allowed him helps me with the walking. We walk our way out of the dungeon of hell leaving the guards speechless. While I felt uncomfortable with the way his grips was on me. "So, what's your name," he asked softly.

"Well, milord my name...." I was cut short in the middle by him. " Please, don't call me lord," he said. " My name is Marcus"

"Sir Marcus" I correct. Sir Marcus? That's the same name with my little Sir Marcus in Lord Mayors. But it's can't be possible, right? A great war happened there years ago. I looked at him trying to remember what was familiar with this gentleman and my old little Sir Marcus.

"You seem surprised," he said to break the silence between us. "No....milord" I placed my face down, bitting on my lip " You're a stubborn maiden, I have told you to call me Marcus and not lord"

"I'm sorry milord" quickly I apologize

"It's okay" he stops. Capture my little baby face with his large hands, inches his gorgeous face closer to me like he was about to kiss me?

Hell no!