Violet's pov
The strong smell in the kitchen was enough to make me puke. The different spices combinations, the strong smell of unwashed bodies and burnt bread. I grabbed the hard sponge and began scrubbing the wooden table which was ladened with hard crested flour. I scrubbed till the flesh on my fingers started to peel away.
"Stop it." Rose barked, holding my hands away too roughly.
"I need to make sure it's all cleaned." I snapped back, tears spilling my eyes in frustration. I was damned tired. My limbs were so weak I felt like sitting. But I didn't want to be weak.
Not before everybody who was expecting me to give up.
To beg... Plead for my life.
I could already envisage the thoughts that passed through the servant's head...
"It serves her right."
"She's one of us, how could
