Vickram's Type Of Daughter
1054 Words
(Maye's Pov)
A little pain washed over me as I walked back into the house. I was mad at how I had gone from being the daughter of a very dangerous man to being a rag to Lord Russiavo. This was a disgrace and one position I would not want anyone like me to be in. With a sigh, I walked to the kitchen to see the maids there staring at me.
If I was going to remain a prisoner in this place, I was not going to be treated like trash by these people. Lord Russiavo would get a pass since he owned me but not these maids.
“What are you looking at?!” I growled as they chuckled. The three of them gave me side eyes which had me raging with anger.
“You’re just like the rest of us,” one of them said to me while the others laughed.
“Actually I think she’s worse,” another added. “She was bought like a vegetable in the market, while we get to leave each day to our homes. We are not slaves like her. She’s the only slave here.”
They were right in some sense, seeing as they were able to leave for the day after working but I had to stay and deal with the master of the house.
They laughed loudly which got me so mad I didn’t know when I grabbed a pan from the wall and tossed it to them. This had them staring at me in shock before rushing to me.
They scratched and punched me, but I was born in a very dangerous home where I had learned how to defend myself. As the only child of my father, he had brought some of the finest teachers around the country to teach me how to defend myself from multiple assailants and these girls were no match.
Pushing against them with a strength I prided myself in having, I grabbed one of them by the hair to smash into a wall while kicking her away in her midsection.
Easily dodging a punch from another assailant, I gave her an uppercut which had her reeling into the stove. I heard her scream after hearing a sizzling sound as she fell to the ground with some of the food from the pots pouring over her.
The last one dragged me by my hair while grabbing a knife to use on me as I grabbed her own hair. We tussled for a while before feeling external hands come between us.
We were separated as I found Alex standing between us. He had a scowl which I could say rivaled that of his master. He looked around the room before giving off a sigh.
“You three should clean this place up,” he thundered just as one of the maids who had burnt her hands on the stove screamed, getting his attention.
“My hands are f*****g burnt!” she screamed. “I can’t work like this! I can’t_”
The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room as I shuddered in my stead. I could not believe this man had killed the woman.
I looked at the woman who had her brains blown all over the kitchen as the man holstered his gun back in his belt.
“Does anyone want to complain just like her?” he asked with a bored expression on his face as the two women shook their heads.
He turned to me and ushered me to my room.
We walked slowly without saying anything as all I could remember was how he had drawn his firearm and used it quicker than anyone I had seen.
He was a one man army. He was not one to be trifled with. He was capable of killing me but he did not want to do it as he was there to keep the peace between everyone in the house.
I halted in my step, turning around to look at him with a stern look.
“You did not have to kill her,” I said, noticing that my voice was shaky for what he would do to me. I was lucky he had not seen me try to climb the fence or he would have beaten me to death.
“Ma’am, let us get to your room so I can go about my day.”
“Don’t you dare ignore me!” I cried. “She was a person. A human being and you, just like your f*****g master, ended her life.”
“No one is to touch you or lay a finger on you. That was an order by Lord Russiavo. Anyone who did that while I'm around will be killed.”
Now I could see why no one had paid any attention to me trying to climb the fence. They did not want any smoke with Alex.
“So you go around killing anyone I fight with?”
“Only if they retaliate,” were his words. “Please go to you_”
I punched his chest bouncing off of him as I sized the man up. He was going into the six foot range with his broad shoulders which rivaled that of his master. His blue shirt which he wore had its sleeves rolled to his elbow.
“What? You’re not going to fight me?” I asked while punching his chest.
“Ma’am. I know what you’re trying to do but you have to understand that as much as you are a slave to the master, I will not let anyone take advantage of that to maltreat you.”
“If that is so, then let me go. You are mistreating me by keeping me here!”
“I cannot do that ma’am,” he said, grabbing my elbow as he led me through the hallway while I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to let me go.
When he reached my room, he pushed me in and stood at the door, blocking it with his body.
“Stay in here and wait for the master,” he said. “He will meet you once he arrives at the castle.”
He exited the room while closing the door with a light lock. Bastard!
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