My Mistress is an imaginative woman. I confessed to her this morning about the coins, I crawled to her feet and begged to be whipped. But she choose to ignore me. She left me there to grovel and cry, to let my fear and apprehension grow until I could barely stand it. Why didn't she kick me away? Why didn't she send for the whip?
Her calmness unnerved me. I saw Zues in the doorway to the front room, half in shadow. She has poisoned him mind lately, he no longer has the same tenderness when he looks at me. My last ally in the house.
Finally Eliza finished her meal. I heard her snap her fingers and then Zues grabbed my ankle as Eliza chuckled. My punishment would be simple, quiet.. cruel. I was to be Zues' slave for the day. A reward for whatever he had done for the mistress recently. I was shamed to be used by a slave! But this.. wouldn't be enough.
"You will tell this man I wish to see him, to thank him for repaying the coins a stupid girl so carelessly lost. Your free to search him out later.. on one condition." Her smile was painful to look at.
When Zues was finished I learned the condition. A shackle was locked onto my ankle, the bells removed at last. But attached to this chain was a metal sphere, seven pounds in weight. Which is much heavier then you would think when its attached to your body. How could I possibly go out in public this way! I would have rather been whipped.
~Burned at the Stake~
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