Yes Mistress

Gazing through the shallow way, she watched as the one who had become a part of her, walked down, full of happiness. She knew she was happy. She had talked about leaving this ugly place of no freedom for a long time and today, her prayers are being answered. Likewise, she gazed still, as they were no longer in sight. The prison warder who had taken her friend had warned her to speak no more word, since she attempted to talk. Just, as she was about to retire to her moody state, a hand reached for her palm.

She was locked inside, but one can place their hand through the protector, to touch another.

"Sonia, are you really leaving?"

She asked with teary eyes. She would rather not cry, no she wasn't going to cry, not after ten years. But, her best part leaving, makes it feel like the world has ended.

"Yes. Sonia, nodded hardly soothing her palms".

"Is she going to stay here forever with you, criminal! Come on now, Sonia, your ward is waiting, don't let that bad egg influence you."

The prison warder sneered rashly to Freya, who didn't speak any more word, rather staring at Sonia's face.

"It is alright Freya, look at me"

She turned Freya's face to look at her, using her fingers as she smiled while she spoke to her.

"Our stars will shine, and our luck come knocking. today, my helper has located me, as the Almighty remembered me. Don't worry, soon, you will leave this place, this world of no freedom".

She assured with all certainty in her tone.

"When will that be? I have been in this jail for ten years! Ten years Sonia, no one has come to ask of me, no one had compassion on me. I'm suffering for a crime, I didn't commit! Everyone here bullied me, you were the only one who stood for me. Do you think the lord will remember me? No! Luck isn't on everyone's side".

She lamented sorrowfully, crying seriously.

"You know, you don't have to cry please don't cry. I'm certain, your helper is on his way, whoever it is."

Sonia assured, and just as she wanted to say something else, her ward called unto her.

"She is calling unto you, Sonia,"

Freya said, looking frightened at the police Lady, who had stood beside them.

"I know. I will leave now, please promise me, you will remain strong, and take care of yourself. Meanwhile, hold unto this pendant. I will miss you, I hope we see each other sometime." she Said, sorrowfully, tangling their both fingers.

"I will appreciate it if you come visiting."

Responded Freya, as she took the pendant, it was a waist bead.

"Sure!"

She answered with a smile as she was walked out by the prison warder. Freya, sobbed silently as other cellmates made jest of her. She didn't listen to them, as she hugged the pendant tightly, squatting in her spot.

"Hey! Why disturb the peace of this environment? Is she sentenced to death? You are crying because she is leaving?what sort of person are you?"

Said one of the cellmates angrily.

"She is a terrible girl, she doesn't want her to leave." Said, another, twisting her damp hair forcefully.

"Your crime was too much! You both didn't commit the same crime, or did the both of you? Hahaha".

Another pushed her head as he asked. But Freya, didn't say a word, instead, she sobbed the more, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"No, this girl, is a criminal! I heard, she murdered the housekeeper of her Madam, and took all their money away! She has accused her aunt of that. Poor little thing, they thought. She was only thirteen, when she was jailed!not only that, she murdered her Madam Father, making it two..."

"How did you know that?" asked a lady in curiosity, cutting her short in her speech.

"Well, I heard it. I overheard it. But, I was here, when the warder, insulted her for coming to jail at an early age."

She defended, sitting in a corner.

"Such a demon!" cursed another, as he spat on her.

"What? You all should stop!"

Defended a young man in a blue shirt. He scolded them, protecting Freya, with his hands.

"What is this noise about? All of you, keep quiet! Else, I will give you all a hard task this day."

Scolded the prison warder as he hit on the protector, and all of them went mute at once, returning to their places.

"She is disturbing the peace of this environment with her evil tears!" pointed out one of the cellmates.

"Let her be! Her life has ended, she will cry for the rest of her days."

Answered the prison warder,in a hasty manner staring at Freya, sternly. She turned her face away, as she wept, she wondered when this will end. Now, Sonia, is gone, so this means real struggle for her.

"What did you say? Evil? Are you holy and you are in here? I guess your sin is worth more than hers." the young man defended again.

"Huh! Preacher, listen here, I didn't murder anyone, I was accused of rape! Yes, I was, we were best friends, I made love with her, she loved it then asked for another, but I couldn't because I had a lover, then she accused me of rape! I swear, I will make her regret ever meeting me, when I finally leave here."

He said, sorrowfully yet in a boastful manner. Freya, stared at him, without any emotion in her eyes, feeling sorry for herself.

"Hey!" The young man who has defended Freya, squatted to her level as Freya, looked at him in surprise.

"I was moved from that cell room to this one, I'm Martin!"

He introduced, with a smile as Freya, stared at him without saying a word. He went further to sit beside her, and Freya, shifted away from him.

"I don't bite! why are you here?"

He asked and Freya, looked up at him.

"Thanks." she said and turned her back at him.

"She would rather not talk to you. Were you so good because you wanted to get close to her?"

Said, a Lady in her mid-twenties, but Martin, said no word to her, instead he resumed staring at Freya.

"I guess you would rather not say anything to me, but I must say, whatever it is just take it lightly, all these will be over soon, someday."

He said, and Freya, looked at him, she hates hearing those false hopes. She has been hearing it for decades now, and nothing has changed.

"You are?"

asked Freya, doubtfully at him.

" I'm martin." He answered politely.

"No, not that, anyway, forget it."

She said, and made to turn away, but Martin, held unto her hands, it was warm to the touch. She felt something spark in her.

"What is it? I just said, it's okay. The thing is, you looked learned like you came from a wealthy family."

She said to him, looking into his eyes. He didn't respond, rather, he repeated his questions to her.

" It's of no use knowing, but if you care, what the lady said about me, is correct."

She answered as all eyes fell on her. Martin looked surprised, but didn't show it in his reaction.

It has been two weeks already since Sonia, left the cell. She visited just thrice and never came again. Freya, was so worried, she gave up, by forgetting about her.

Today, 4th of April, makes it ten years and six-month since she was in jail. Freya, looked sick, pale and unattractive, her hair so damp and rough. She isn't anything like a lady of twenty-two years of age. She stood at the entrance, looking through the hall she thought of all the things Sonia, has said, during her time of visit.

"The world outside, is freedom! Freedom Freya, but, it's rough too. And you know, you do whatever you like, and you get to meet more people."

Sonia, has said all that to her during her first visit. She thought as a tear dropped her cheek.

It is okay to cry, but when next you cry, don't cry for the Same reason again." Martin, said, standing next to her as he gazed at her bracelet.

"It is worn-out." He said, raising her wrist and placing them on his palm.

"I know. I have worn it for ten years. So, just let it be"

She said, as she dropped her hand, using the right palm, to twist the bracelet smoothly as she gazed into space, lost in thought.

"You know, they said it's gold." She said coldly as hatred emitted from her eyes.

"Gold, huh?" He smirked gazing away as Freya, stared at him saying nothing else.

"See, they brought us good food! Nutritious food has arrived!"

Shouted one of the jailers,as they all stood up roaring in excitement. Freya, didn't leave where she was standing, she just sighed remembering Sonia, again. She was bullied on the day she saw Sonia, her cellmates took away her meal she couldn't say anything to them, she was equally down with a fever and today, today what will happen?

"I will get for the both of us"

Said Martin, interrupting her thoughts as he moved to the crowded area, where the food was being served.

Freya, looked forward and her gaze met a pair of eyes smiling at her. The fingers had pointed towards her direction, and to the best of her knowledge, non was standing beside her. She stared, not knowing whether to return the smile or not, but anyway, she did beam a smile, before she gazed away.

"Here! Look at this, it's a vegetable. Take eat, you are so pale."

Martin, said, as he found a spot for them both and Freya, stared at him in amazement.

"Why do you care so much?" She asked him gently.

"It is who I am" he answered shortly, eating his meal already.

"You know, you don't have to be this nice to me, I'm not good."

She said, taking a scoop of the vegetable into her mouth as she chewed it slowly.

"Delicious right?"

Asked Martin with a smile.

"Yes." She beamed and smiled. "Thank you."

She Said, and quickly finished the food.

"Here! is this your hair pin?"

Asked Martin, as he gave her a hair pin of a purple color. Freya, looked at it and shook her head in the negative while she dug her fingers into her hair, looking for hers.

"Mine is a sea blue color this isn't mine. where did you get it?" She asked him, staring at his smiling face.

"You are too bothered about little things Freya, be strong. I broke yours accidentally, so, I collected from that Lady".

He explained, pointing at the lady who gave a sweet smile at them and Freya, wondered what all the smiling faces meant.

"She gave you?"

She asked doubtfully. As Martin nodded, looking away.

"Hey you! Freya!". Called a feminine voice harshly.

"Me?" She asked, looking at the prison warder.

"Yes! Come with me, you are going home!"

She announced with a frown as everyone looked in surprise. Freya, looked back at Martin, and met his smiling face. She ran to him, hugged him and thanked him.

"What is all this? I have done nothing!" He said almost tearing up.

"Your prophecy came through, Sonia's as well. I will go look for Sonia, and I'll bail you out."

She said,in excitement, as the prison warder lady, smirked jealously at her and shouted at her not to delay her.

"You are lucky today, and you are already making promises? Don't think your sins were forgiven, just count yourself lucky that you were picked among those to be given fair justice."

A young lady attacked her. Freya, always knew that lady, was jealous of her. She hated the fact that Martin, talks to her.

" I'm happy to be lucky, maybe, your luck will find you someday and, just as I'm leaving, you might have your heart's desires to yourself now"

She answered, looking at Martin, as she talked of her heart desire.

"These things happen, every year, those who have spent much time in jail, in which their case isn't presented in court, and hasn't gone through trial, their luck shines and a good Samaritan sets them free. Any of us could be bailed tomorrow!".

Martin, Said, as he eases the tension between the two ladies. The other lady sighed and went to sit at a corner, but Freya followed her.

"May I know your name, Madam?" She asked, but she was reluctant to answer. "I might be of help, since I'm leaving, " Freya said with a smile.

"Nikki! Nikki Smith, and listen, I have killed someone's lover! He was cheating on me".

She Said, rudely, and turned her back against Freya, who smiled and quietly walked out.

"Martin Linz" He Said, as Freya, smiled and walked out as the door was opened for her.

"You act like you are the Queen, this policy is useless because people like you, take advantage of it. Do you have to talk to all the cell members?"

The warder said to her, and Freya,smiled, wondering what she ever did to the Lady.

"Here she is, Sir."

The Lady, Said, to a man in a well ironed suit wearing a digital wristwatch which she bet is costly. She stared at the man, but couldn't see his face, as he was wearing a dark eyeglass, then she stared at the police lady, who looked at her sternly.

"They had granted you bail, be grateful, as a matter of fact, be indebted"

The Lady said, and took her leave.

Standing close to this man, is so intimidating for Freya, she wished she returns as she isn't feeling any warmth around him, but she couldn't go back there.

" I don't know you, thanks anyway."

She said to the man politely as she made to leave.

"You will thank my boss, he is the one, who has granted you bail." The young man answered.

"Why?" She asked within, standing still not moving as though, the man read her thoughts, he said.

"I think he likes you, these favors are rare."

He answered as Freya, looked up to the young man who just spoke, his face so serious, wearing no affection even though, he tried smiling, one can tell he wasn't a professional at smiling.

"Alright, I will take my leave now."

She said, but the next word from the man, kept her frozen to her feet.

"No! You ain't going anywhere" He said, Sternly at her and then in gentleness.

"Look there, my boss is waiting, he will explain better to you."

He said, pointing towards a clean, black sports car. it glass was tinted and it looked so perfect. She gasped looking at it, then down to herself she turned to the white Jeep which she was standing beside, and looked at herself through the mirror.

Her hair was damp and sticky, her face so pale and dirty she could count the bones appearing on her face. She didn't look anything attractive. She wasn't fresh, she looked so thin and unpleasant.

"I'm I going into that car?"

She asked doubtfully, and the young man nodded again. Freya, thought this to be a dream, and wished she doesn't wake from it.

"Please don't keep my boss waiting"

The young man interrupted her speech. Once they walked where the car was, the glass at the back was whirled down as a cool breeze, followed by an orange scent passed through her nostrils.

Her mouth was left in agape as she stared at the man on black glasses smiling at her. The man nodded his head and whirled up his glasses, while the young man with her asked her to hop into the car.

"Hop in." He said, moving to the car in the front.

"Ohh my God!"

Freya, exclaimed as this was all too much for her.

She moved with the young man, as she entered the black jeep and they zoomed off at once. Freya, prayed this wasn't a dream, else, she wouldn't wake from it. The AC, she is receiving already, feels like heaven on earth.

Not knowing for how long they had drove, the car came to a stop at an expanse garage, Freya, climbed down as she was swallowed by the largeness of where she was standing.

"What is this?"

she asked herself, looking at the fleets of cars, the well-groomed flowers and the neatness of everywhere.

"What I'm I dreaming? I'm I really standing in front of the Victorian?"

She said it loud, that the young man chuckled and nodded slightly. He stood, leaving Freya, to Marvel on all she was seeing.

"Ohh my God, I must be dreaming, yes!".

She said, just as she turned, a man who she guessed must be well advanced in age, highlighted from the sports car. He wore a black Italian Oxford shoe. Freya, can't say the price, but it's expensive. She looked up at him, he was wearing a very nice black colored coat on a black pens trousers. She looked him, and loved the sense of his Fashion he was also, wearing the cowboy hat.

"Bring her in."

He said again to the young man, using his hands without saying any more word. Freya, wondered if the man doesn't talk at all. But, she dare not ask.

Once she stood at the front of the glass door, it was opened with a passcode, and she stepped in, she was greeted with a very chilling coldness, she stared at the chandelier light looking at the couch made of golden material, her brain began to run a puzzle.

"That's the home theater there"

Finely placed adjacent to where she is standing. The dinning couldn't be described to her taste. The tables were of high-quality everything made of glass, sparkling clean. She could see herself through and wondered how a dirty Lady, like her, could step in here.

" I'm I in heaven?"

She asked no one in particular, as she was tempted to touch everything. The sitting room has a welcoming yet lonely aura surrounding it. But, what does it matter to her presently, she is standing in a place worth millions.

"Please come with me"

Said a lady, who Freya, guessed should be in her late twenties. She wore a blue senator gown, well styled from the parting at the knee.

Freya, looked at how melodious her voice was and smiled the lady had no spot on her skin her hair, neatly backed in a bun.

"Please follow me!"

Repeated the lady again, bringing Freya back to reality.

"Yes!"

She replied and followed. The Lady led her into a master's room, massive for more than one person. Freya, looked at the lady as the Lady smiled at her before leaving.

"Wait!"

She said,after thirty minutes of standing, but she already left.

She looked at herself in the mirror near the king-sized bed and she sighed. She gazed at the dressing table at the left and could see organic products of expensive brands there. Likewise, she inhaled deeply and sat on the floor weeping.

"Ten years! Wasted in jail for nothing! I'm grateful I'm out! Very much grateful. I will thank this man, who has done me this favor."

She Said, and dried up her tears as a knock came from the door.

"Please freshen up, you are needed."

A feminine voice came from the outside, she was sure it's the lady who led her in.

"Yes!"

She replied with her crack tone as she wondered if the Lady heard, but she heard a footstep walking out.

She dashed into the bathroom, as she took her time freshening up. Once she was done, she came out in shock to see someone sitting on the sofa inside the room adjacent to the bed.

"What?" She stared suspiciously.

"Sorry, I came in like this, I knocked three times but I didn't get any reply. Actually, I have been sent by the chief to come help you out. Actually, that's my work" The Lady replied smiling, but Freya, didn't buy the idea yet.

"I don't understand!" She spoke.

" I'm Diva, I will be staying here for a couple of days to help you out with things."

She said for short as Freya, moved towards the table, searching for the body cream.

"Do not bother, this is why I have come here. This is the cream, this body lotion, helps your body Look young, protects you from sunlight and nourishes your..."

"Thanks but..." she Said, and paused. Staring at Diva, as she brought out some hair products and placed them on the table.

"What do you want to do?" she asked curiously.

" I guess you already know" answered Diva, looking at Freya, in surprise. "Come to the bathroom, we need to start with your hair."

"I can take care of that." she protested, but the Lady, won't let her.

"Please ma'am, this is my job, allow me. Trust me, you will love it."

She said, as Freya, obediently moved to the bathroom, sitting on the chair in there.

"You have a good hair texture, but it's all gone now, it looks like you didn't take care of it, don't worry, when I'm done, you will appreciate it." The Lady Said, as she massaged the hair and applied some ointment on it.

"I will condition the hair so, you will wait for some time"

She said, as she did the final massaging. Freya, liked it she closed her eyes and felt relief. She felt like something was taken out from her, as something good was replaced.

After Much dressing and all, she stepped in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She couldn't recognize herself, she gazed still, looking at the lady standing beside her.

"Is this me?"

She asked gently, trying not to feel emotional.

"Of course, what do you expect, these organic products, self-care products are worth millions ma'am"

Diva, said, packing up everything.

"Millions?" she asked, as she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like a celebrity. Her damp hair is now back to life, retaining its color back. The hair, now soft, silky and smooth.

"Haha haha!!!"

She laughed so loud that tears dropped her spotless chin.

"What is the matter? Did I say something funny? You look perfectly stunning in this blue dinner gown" Diva, complimented smiling as Freya, nodded again, staring at herself in the mirror.

"I definitely can feel myself, I used to look like someone from the slum! I... I have pitied myself but look! Not only that, but I'm changed now, have been transformed! And it's me!"

She said happily, subconsciously giving her a hug.

"Indeed! This is who you are" answered Diva, smiling that the young lady loved her looks.

"What is this place? It looks like heaven! Where I have been turned into an angel."

Freya, Said, feeling her face and skin, she couldn't believe this.

"This is Chief Victorian. this place, is for distinguished personalities, people of influence. Name them, politics, businessmen and women. People in ministries of the government, people of high ranking."

"This is not just any place." She said, as though she wants it stuck in Freya's head.

"This place?

Asked Freya, confused. If this place is for these people, then what is she doing here? She thought, as a little bit of fear crept into her.

"Have I been set up? Did I come here to finally die? How? Wait a minute! What was I glorifying in? I was glorifying my death? Is this house where people are sentenced to death?"

She thought, pacing around the room worriedly.

"Have I been screwed?" she asked, staring at Diva, who looked at her confused.

"Your body and hair will retain its useful glow, as you follow all my prescriptions. I have done my part as your cosmetologist, if you encounter any problem recognizing or using these products, do well to inform me."

She said, politely as Freya, looked at the luxurious things there and sighed.

"Why was I brought here?"

She asked, hoping Diva can give her an answer as she was already scared.

"You are safe, just comply with the rules" she said with a smile. "I will take my leave now".

She Said, and with that, she left without any further word, leaving Freya confused.