I am a maid, but my master hinks other wise

FEVER PITCH

The next day I couldn't get out of bed. Literaly. Everytime I stood up I fell back with numbness and weakness. Tears leaked down my cheeks but I had no energy to whipe them away. The kind maid who had spoken to me earlier walked up to me. "This isn't a prank!" she said curtly, thenn threw me a steamy-wet towel for my face, before stalking off. I tried a "thank-you"but it got stuck in my throat. "WHERE IS  THAT WHORE!?" 'My name is Casey, actualy' I thought in my head. A scared-looking  maiden stumbled into the room. "Josiana and Josebelle tell you to um... get up." A faint shrieking could be heard. "Well, actualy, they told me to tell you to um.. 'get her fat, lazy arse up and come here NOW!'" I had to stiffle a laugh, she done such a good impression.

That morning, I set to my usual tasks when the master came up to me again. "Hello, my cherry!" He whispered in my ear, and his arm snaked around my shoulders. He tugged me towards his study. Again. I was too weak to protest, all the energy was knocked out of me. He forced me onto his table and leaned on top of me, I was trapped. My mind raced and without thinking, with every ounce of energy, I grabbed a pot of ink and aimed it at him. It missed. I threw him off me. He slammed me into the wall before he started kissing me again. I had no energy and felt woozy. I could only feel his hands undoing my apron. My mind told me to take him by surprise. So I responded. I ripped off his posh blazer and threw it onto the ground, then grinded my self against him. He was loving it. Suddenly, I heard a faint gasp. There in front of the door, was my masters son, the one who had helped me. He was pointing harshly at me. "You're actualy responding? You're actualy doing it too? YOU'RE ACTUALY RIPPING OFF HIS BLAZER AND ENCOURAGING HIM, LET ALONE FIGHTING HIM OFF! I thought he was the only bastard in this! Now I know why Dosiana and Josebelle called you a whore!" A pained look spread across his face and he marched forward. "You, father, are vile! And you-" He stared at me, clenching his jaw, "Are just as vile as he is!" He stomped out before his father could say anything.

Tears blurred in my eyes. How was he supposed to know I was only responding so the master thought I was going along with it? That I was then gonna throw the master off by surprise? "That idiot. Don't listen my cherry." A dirty voice whispered into my ear. Hands wandered down my thighs. My breath became ragged and he was breathind heavily. He started stroking-

NOW!


I threw a punch at him. I can't live this life. Hurting, and in pain, I dashed towards the window, slamming it with my fists and shattering the glass everywhere. Crash! Shatter! Boom! Footsteps could be hard outside the door. This is my only chance. My feet landed on the window sill, bleeding from the splinters of glass. I jumped off the edge, then I realised how much of a height I was jumping from. I could die. My arms crashed onto the ground, pain flaring up through them. I had fallen with my arms trapped underneath me. Luckily, I had landed in a soft, springy bush. Still. I had broken both my wrists and dislocated my shoulder. Quickly, I ripped stripps off my apron and tied them around my wrists like a bandage, before running off. I was in pain, burning, scorching, scared...but I felt free. One day, some day, I will find the masters son, and tell him that what he said was wrong. I was never a whore, still aint. Never will be. Until then...

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