Corrupted

Felicia

Knock knock knock.
Go away.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
Bah
I got up and sat on my bed.
"What!"
And yet another series of knocks.
Jeez I rolled my eyes.
I went and opened the door.
"WHAT DO YO-" Just as I was about to scream my lungs out to whoever was bothering me, I held my breath trying not to look embarrassed.
"Good afternoon, sleepy head!" Her sweet voice giggled as she made her way pass me to lay the clothes she had brought on the bed.
It was Felicia.
"Make sure not to fall asleep again, I should be back in five minutes with your hot water." She rushed pass me toward the door again, her flowing golden locks gently caressing my cheeks. Her perfume intoxicated me, as always. It took me a minute to get back to my senses. I left my door open and sat back on my bed. I hated that she could have this effect on me. I just didn't want to feel anything anymore. But her. The way she was always happy, always giggling, hard working. I could hardly believe she wasn't always like that.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!" I hear screams coming from downstairs. Somehow my door was left open. I am still shaking from the punishment. I let go of my knees, wipe away my tears, and slowly make my way to the second floor. I hide on the arch of the last flight of stairs before the second floor, peeking at the scene. I see a girl, beautiful golden locks covering her dirty, weeping face. She was crying, wasn't she? I want to go and give her a hug, but I know I can't do that. The overgrown guy grabs her hair and pulls her towards a bed. "You're gonna please me, and I don't care how much you're gonna cry about it! I paid a good amount for you! And now you're mine!" I stand, horrified, paralyzed, as he has his way with her. I fume, I clench my fists. But I can't do anything. At last I look away. He leaves, but she stays. Her eyes are blank, almost soulless. She spasms. I slowly tiptoe to her bed. I push her hair back, and kiss her cheek, like my mom would have done if I felt sick. I hum her a lullaby. She looks at me. Her eyes slowly return to normal. "Th-thank you," she slowly whispers, as her hand shakes toward my cheek. She's a stranger, but she feels so familiar.

"Alex!" Her voice brought me back to the present. "Stop day dreaming, silly. I've got your water!" She has leaning against the door,  holding a bucket of water by the handle. The steam from the hot water raised to her face, which made her cheeks red and her hair damp. I couldn't help myself from staring at her. Finally I came to my senses and sat back on my bed. I hugged my knees and looked away from her. "Passing through, don't mind me sir." Her voice had turned cold, like she weren't talking to me anymore, but to her higher up. I felt guilty for treating her like this, but she knows the rules. If our mistress finds out we are so familiar to each other.... There will be consequences.

Once I had looked up, she was gone, leaving the door closed. I felt like I could breath once more. After the first time we met, we had grown closer. She eventually got pregnant, but had a miscarriage. After that she was lowered to the maid servants, which made me glad, but didn't show it. She was the only person I truely cared about, the only sensible person in this place. I finally made up my mind to take a bath, making my way to the bathroom. I took my clothes off and sat on the stool. I took as much time as I could taking that shower. I didn't want to go out, but I had to. Coming out of the shower, I looked closely at the clothes I was meant to wear. Black dress pants and a white dress shirt, a bow tie and black jacket with dress shoes. It sure looks expensive. Ugh.
I struggle to put it on, making a mess of the tie. It'll have to do. I glance at the bed. There's a note on it. I snatch it and skim through it. Something, something, grand ball, something, something, bring your pets something, something, special show.
I crunched it into ball and tossed it. There was something else left on the bed. A silver medallion, with a black stone encrusted in it. All around the medallion there were words encrusted in gold. "Sigue tus sueños.”
What language was this? I had never seen it before. But something about the medallion was nostalgic. When i touched it i could almost hear the howling of the wind and the roaring of a nearby stream.
I was so taken back by these emotions, I had completely forgotten to breathe. I regain my cool and unconsciously place the medallion around my neck, under my clothes. I could already hear the violins resonate through the house. I hate people. I hate these meetings. I just want to be free.
Shockingly, the first floor was deserted. Well, it was a great occasion, I'm sure my mistress would hate from the main entertainment to be used in commoners. I avoid looking at any of the maids in the dungeons, as usual. As soon as I was going to enter the large door at the end, I was stopped and nearly attack by Felicia. "Sir! Your bow tie looks hideous! Please, sir, let me fix it." She tried to hold back a smile as she weaved her fingers through the cloth. Once she finished she leaned back to look at her handy work. I just tried not to blush. "Sir, your ready," she giggled and ran back to her chores, which was pouring wine into fancy cups. I took a deep breath, and pushed opened the heavy door.