Avery's POV.
Cold water soaked through the thin fabric around my knees as I scrubbed the stone floor.
The brush scraped harshly across the surface, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet kitchen.
Scrub. Rinse. Scrub again.
My hands were already red from the cold water, but I kept going. My hand pressed harder against the floor.
My entire life… I never imagined I'd end up like this.
Being held captive by this monster. A maid. Not like I was treated any better at home.
Father will pay for this, I will make sure he does. He's going to regret sending me here.
“I swear it,” I muttered as a single tear landed on the floor.
“What did you say?”
I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Lena.
“Nothing, just thinking.” I replied. “About how unfortunate I have been.”
She gave half
