My years went by, 1..2..3...4....7.
My master was not so bad as to starve me to death, but was a pure sadistic that wants only the screams and pain.
Nothing more, nothing less.
In the morning I used to wake up early and start by preparing tea for the misstress.
Till afternoon, I do laundry, cleaning and washing dishes after the morning bath.
Some people do come visit her, so my place is to serve them.
As soon as the sun falls, I prepare make dinner with all the fellow workers.
For the first month, this was my routine.
Until after that, mistress called me in the evening.
She used to give me small punishments like getting angry over my mistakes and scoldings.
I was genuinely thankful, then the punishments became harsher. Even for the lowest of problems or without any specific reason.
I used to get a beating on my hand and legs after 1 year.
I was yet again satisfied, I mean what could you need more than 3 meals.
One night after an year, the dream came.
I was restless.
What am I doing?
My reason to live was revenge.
I took my will to the mistress thinking she would understand.
In the afternoon tea,
"Mistress, I would like to apologise in advance but, would you care if I learn some swordsmanship. I wish to be strong."
The mistress always looked at me in an affectionate way, as if a mother.
That is how she behaved with me.
She uttered new words with different eyes this time,
"Seems like you have grown somewhat."
"I know that you knew about the people involved and you are going to take revenge.
But let me be clear, this has nothing to do with me and also half of them would be dead by now."
"The only thing you should do is, hear to what I have to say. And obey my commands."
I insisted and she responded.
"I have three conditions,
1. Come to me whenever I call and do what I say is top priority.
2. Any method to follow I say while you train.
3. Don't involve me in your revenge in any way and you can't rely on me in any manner.
"
I agreed, unknowingly I was naive.
The training was not sword, but the fulfillment of my goal and her desires and lust.
The first day, I was sent to graveyard to sleep and spend 12 hours their.
My life was more like a lost soul.
This continues for 6 months.
I could now live their as if my own home.
Next I was trained and burried underground.
For 8 hours and 6 months everyday.
Time came, the mistress started calling me every night and slapped me.
My heart was sinking yet no pain was felt physically.
Soon the violence exceeded as I was beaten up with a thorny whip.
My blood swirled from my cheek to my neck.
She licked it as some delicacy.
"Quite sweet you are."
I was not bearing it anymore.
A mother like figure? She was yet I can't find her again.
I started to learn sword, but with bones.
My pain had dulled.
I had become a true dead, living with the feet of lifeless body...
My words were uttered, I finally passed 5 years.
"Seems like I can't play with you anymore."
She promised to break free my seal, but the cost was my one night with her.
I was scared. Which torture now or will I die?
I may had stopped feeling pain, but my emotions were alive somehow.
Stronger than ever.
The fleeting live made me realise the world and meaningless things we want.
Pain was not their, but breaking of heart everytime I saw her.
That night, I accidentally called her,
"Grandmother..."
Tears dropped from my eyes as I saw her giving me something wrapped in a box.
She hugged me dearly and a small blade was pricked my neck.
She licked the drop, I was now not feeling pain, nor remorse of leaving.
"I will not forget the taste, now open it."