81. Beautiful and
Raven
I sighed, staring out the window as memories of Maddox crawled back into my mind like a stain that wouldn’t wash off.
That man never cared about anyone, least of all the people who served under him. Servants were nothing but tools to him. Breathing tools. Disposable. Replaceable. Worthless.
Their rooms were barely rooms. Just dark, damp closets with straw mats on the floor and mold creeping up the walls. They smelled of rot, sweat, and hopelessness. Bathing was a once-a-week privilege, if they behaved. Meals were scraps. Work started before sunrise and ended after dark. No rest. No mercy.
I was one of them too and I had loved that life. The only difference between me and them was that I was beaten and abused by anyone who wanted to despite the fact that I was
