I'm still a maid.
Despite the nightly defilements, the morning comes and I pick my ass up. I wash, clean, dust and shine. And at the end of every week I find a yellow envelope with my pay in it. Cash, never cheques. Today is one such day. I got out of bed, and did not wince from the pain, like I had the first times. As much as I’m loathe to admit it, I was getting used to it. It did not hurt as much as it did in the beginning. But that’s just the physical hurt, my wounded pride will not heal, and the pain in my heart is still there, never abating, only when sleep comes do I get respite, and even then not always for I dream frightful dreams, from which I wake up screaming.
I began my work today in the study. I’d been instructed to clean it. This was the first time I’d be going in there, d
