11 Hated?

I envisioned that I was in paradise and the heavenly attendants had arranged a feast for me. The smell of a wide range of nourishment prodded my nose and I was left to salivate hunger.

Before long enough the blessed messengers had compassion for me and doled out a plate of serving of mixed greens for me and hungry eyes while we sat tight for the king. Be that as it may, similarly as I was going to benefit from the most delicious plate of mixed greens I had ever observed, a hand pulled me to the real world. My eyes fluttered open and I could not be more angry at this.

""Good morning ma'am." A lady welcomed bowing abruptly. She appeared to be in her mid fifties. Her eyes were little, her hair flawlessly pressed behind her head. She was clad in skirt and suit excessively sharp dressed for a housekeeper.

I nodded, not ready to talk. I had lost my voice and needed energetically to leave this place and away from that man who caused me to feel things I never felt. Things I shouldn't feel.

She snapped her finger and quickly two little young girls came in. They were both dressed like her, solitary that their appearance was a lot darker than hers and their eyes twinkled not at all like her.

On the hands of the one on the right was a gown and on the hands of the one on the left, shoes.

"Master has requested that you kindly shower and meet him down for breakfast.' The older woman said. Like puppets the two younger girls dropped all that they were carrying on the bed and sauntered out.

I nodded still not able to say anything.

"I'm Daiyu, I'll be working as your personal maid." she paused. She cleared her throat looking at me expectantly. "You are?"

"I am...you can call me Xue Er." I expressed. She bowed again and left however not before giving me a phony grin.

I sigh immediately they left the room. My head was spinning and my heart throbbed from rejection and too many unknown emotions.

My hands weren't bound but escaping was not what I wanted to do now. Enough of me being reckless and impulsive what I wanted now was a plan, and for that I needed to lay low, to act, to pretend. I was the best student in theatre arts in school. I guess it was about time I used my talents.

The main issue was the boss. How am I expected to trick him? I would prefer not to delay longer than expected to. I would prefer not to be dead before I see my family. They should be stressed over me. I need to stop him at the earliest opportunity.

I still felt the pains of rejection claw at my skin but I would not let it get to me so much that I would lose my mind. I had to escape.

The outfit fitted me flawlessly just that it was excessively short. It was unquestionably the shortest gown I've ever worn. It had beads arranged on the neck side, a turtle neck with black straps.

The sandals fit my legs beautifully. How they knew my size of shoe and clothes amaze me.

I didn't put it past them. They could have measured my body and feet in the right_carefully_when I must have been fast asleep_and gotten the dress this morning.

I don't know_gangs had a way to achieve things that an ordinary person or organization would find extremely difficult or impossible to achieve.

I stuffed my hair back and gulped, detesting the impression of myself in the mirror. I appeared to be different from Xue Er.

Opening the door there were two armed bodyguards standing in front. I closed the door and muttered something under my breath. Observing.

If ever I am to escape it definitely should not be through the door. If I should ever try to escape through the door. I was sure that I won't live to tell the story.

They didn't look like they like me at all. They must all have been wondering why the boss fancies me so much that he made me his.