The CEO’S Servant.
Episode 1
The morning rays glide gently through the tattered tan sheet. A soft breeze accompanying it. Making the ripped and dirtied cloth sway against the half sleep body of a frail woman.
She groans and turns against the hole in her wall that makes her window. Hoping to shield her eyes from the light and sleep just a little more. Sleep is her peace
Richard
“MIZIKI! GET UP NOW”
That peace is ruined. Richard, the poor girls father comes bursting through her ‘door’. He slaps the hole-filled cloth aside and stomps his muddy boots against the weak brown-splintered floor.
Richard
“ITS TIME FOR YER TA GET TA WORKIN’”
Miziki groans in protest, wanting nothing more than to continue to lay her sore and battered body on her hay mattress.
The burly man stops walking a breathe away from her mucked up “bed.”
The pale girls room only consist of a hole in the wall for a window with a sheet that Richard and his buddies didn’t want anymore. A sad excuse for a bed made of hay she collected from the horses pen. That often gets wet from the window when it rains, and another ripped up cloth that served as her door.
Richard
“If I have ta tell yer to get up one more time!”
Miziki lifts up, not wanting to test his patience any longer . She raises out her bed and immediately kneels next to Richards feet. Doing the morning routine she must do in order for them not to beat her. She has already messed up once this morning.
There’s a small silent moment while the purple haired girl waits for the command.
Miziki
“GoodMorning father, with your permission I will dress and ready the horses and cows for the guest today.”
Richard
“Yea and after that yer come straight back to yer room. Them guest bet not see a single glimpse nor a squeak outta you. If yer disobey me I will make yer beating tonight worse. Yer already in trouble for not waking up before I came in.
Miziki rises, slipping the thin patchwork over her head to replace it with pants brown from cow and horse dung. Ripped at the very bottom making them look more like long shorts.
When she finishes she turns to see her father, Richard in her room glaring at her. She instinctively flinches covering her face for the oncoming punches her way.
The violet eyed girl manages to protect her face from more bruising . But her arms are now weak and battered.
Richard
“Yer wait for permission to stand. Now leave!”
Richard stalks out of the dusty room with parts of the ceiling coming in.
Miziki
“But I thought he said I could get ready..”
Miziki struggles to stand. Weakly wiping the unwanted tears that are sending salt streams down her face.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is a story I started on whim. I’ve never written a story like this and wanted to give it a try. I would like to know if I should continue it? Or if anyone has thoughts on it.
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