25 Years Ago
Tok. Tok. There was a soft knock on the door.
Gumamela found it absurd. After all the door was locked from the outside, and there was no need for whoever was trying to be polite to get inside.
Slowly, the door was opened. It was a young maid who brought with her a trolley with a silver platter of food for her.
As soon as she caught sight of her madame, she gasped. Who wouldn’t? Anyone else who’d be tasked to be here would produce the same reaction.
It was the first time in four days that she saw her again, since she was locked inside the master’s bedroom, with only certain servants allowed to deliver her meals.
Gumamela’s hair was disheveled. She was sprawled on the bed. Dazed. Naked. Disrespected. A blanket barely covered her body.
The servant could clearly see the e
