Chapter 4:
Did she find pleasure in haunting me even in my sleep?
I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, hugging my knees and burying my face in them.
Thinking about this would only fill me with fear. I needed to get it out of my mind. Sleeping would help.
“…bitch… how dare…”
I tossed in my sleep, groaning and covering my ears with my palms.
Who was making that hellish noise?!
I couldn’t make out the words as sleep still clouded my eyes. It took a while to fall asleep after the strange nightmare.
“Get her… now…”
“Just shut up already,” I hissed as the voice grew louder, tossing and turning in search of a comfortable spot on the cold, hard floor.
“Open it, now!” the voice commanded, but I wasn’t disturbed. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and it was still early.
I was so engrossed in my sleep that I didn’t realize when my door flung open.
I was jolted awake by a splash of water.
A bucket of water had been emptied on me.
Why was that? What had I done this time?
I was still processing everything when a familiar aura hit me. My face deepened into a frown as realization dawned.
That bitch, Nathalia!
I should have known it was her screaming. My head ached from the poor sleep and her annoying voice.
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What did she want this time?
“How dare you steal my jewelry!” Nathalia’s voice rang in my ears, making me cringe. The sleep in my eyes and my blurry vision vanished the moment I heard her words.
Did she just say “steal”?
I followed the direction of her gaze to make sure she was talking about me, and her eyes locked onto mine.
Surely, this was some kind of mistake.
“Are you deaf? Where is my jewelry?” she demanded, stretching her hand toward me.
My brows furrowed in confusion as my mind tried to process my last encounter with her.
She had instructed me to finish the chores of ten people. I completed them without complaining, and still ended up in the dungeon.
Why was she accusing me of stealing her jewelry? I was at a loss for words as I stared at her, my face more confused than ever, half-expecting her to burst into laughter and tell me it was all a joke. But her face remained as hard as stone.
Before I could open my mouth, my cheeks stung from a heavy slap. Tears welled in my eyes as I gently touched my face. I was sure it was red by now.
Did she just slap me?
