Sansa's pov
I heard whispers.
Even though my eyelids were stuck closed, I wondered—was this it? Was I already in heaven?
But then again… I wasn't sure. I was scared. I didn't know how I would face the Moon Goddess. Yet I didn't feel that overwhelming sensation I had felt when I stood in her abode before. Then again, maybe it didn't matter. As long as she had heard my request… maybe I could beg her. Maybe I could ask to be reincarnated again, now that I knew the life I had returned to wasn't meant for me and all the truth I had found out.
But then my ear perked up as I began to hear whispers making me almost frown.
Is that Sansa? Was she laughing at me?
No. Think positively, I told myself.
The whispers suddenly stopped, as though she had heard my thoughts.
Deep breath. Okay, chelly, deep breath. You can do this.
Just as I was about to open my eyes and face the Moon Goddess, icy water drenched my body, cold enough to make me shiver violently. My eyes snapped open in fright and shock. "The fuck!" I yelled, noticing the fray grumpy woman in front of me.
Realization dawned on me fast.
This wasn't the moon goddess.
The moon goddess was an epitome of beauty. But this woman was as though an extreme opposite compared to the moon goddess.
I glanced at her again making sure I wasnt seeing in twos because I was starving.
But her deep frown that made her already look hideous only deepened.
Nah, definitely not her.
That was when it dawned on me I wasn't in the moons abode.
My chest tightened as I realized I was still in the palace and in the room i was dumped in yesterday.
My ears perked as I heard the whispers from earlier again. It wasn't bloody fucking Sansa, It was maids who stood by the door watching.
"Curse at me one more time," The woman spat, drawing my attention back to her, "and I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life, whore."
Her words confused me as I wiped the water from my face, trying to see clearly.
"What?" I stared at her. "You poured icy water on me and you're worried that the only thing I am doing is cursing you?" I asked her not reining back the Rage that coursed through my veins. Instead I allowed it to fuel me as I stared at her.
She looked slightly taken aback by my outburst, but it quickly shifted into a sneer.
"And what will you do, Sansa? Go report me to the prince? Huh?"
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my cold skin.
Oh, no darling I'd beat you the hell up. I muttered more to myself. I tried moving my hand in a motion to slap her. To grab her hair. To show her not to mess with me again.
But I couldn't.
Why couldn't I?
Mistaking my silence for fear, she snickered.
"That's more like it." She said as she threw the bucket at the side of the room straightening her posture.
No, no don't go yet.
Why couldn't I compel my body to act the way I wanted it to? Gosh this is frustrating.
It was as though Sansa's body was terrified and the body was used to being this way when she was bullied.
Goddess, I hate Sansa. Not just her but this weak, useless body too.
Before I could gather myself to bit back a sharp retort since I couldn't move my hand, she spoke just then
"Since you want to keep ogling at me instead of doing your damn jobs, I might as well inform the chief you refuse to wake up at the given time you're supposed to and need more punishment to help you stay alert, since last night clearly wasn't enough."
memories from last night that I had somehow forgotten, jolted violently into my head and I stood up immediately.
"No—no, don't do that. I'm up. I'm up now. I—" My voice came out rushed and uneven.
The scowl on her face was still there, but her expression shifted slightly. The fury didn't disappear, but it softened into something almost satisfying.
"You better be.."
But her rude behavior wasn't my concern now, right now fear engulfed me deeply. Because the reminder of last night slammed into me like a physical blow. For a moment, I had forgotten the traumatic experience I had.
But now the pain returned all at once.
Everywhere was hurting, really bad. My back burned as if the lashes were fresh again. My thighs trembled. Even standing upright sent sharp stabs through my spine and my leg.
My body felt so sore And I definitely did not want part two.
Especially not with this woman that seemed to have a beef with me or something.
I didn't know what relationship she had with the scary boss I now came to know as someone they addressed 'chief' is but whatever it was, it gave her power and I definitely did not want to see that power getting used.
"Please don't report me.. I'm going now." I said quickly as I forced my legs to move towards the exit of the room.
"And where do you think you're going?" the woman's voice cut through the room again, halting me mid-step.
I turned slowly.
"T-to get the work done?" I stammered, motioning my thumb toward the door behind me. My hand shook as I pointed. "Before the chief comes.."
"Pathetic?" she mocked with her scowl. "And who do you think is going to clean the mess you made on that bed?"
She tilted her waist to the side, one hand resting on her hip as she looked at me like I was something beneath her shoe.
I turned slowly to the bed.
The mess I made? But she threw the water at me and drenched the bed.
"But I didn't—" I started to say.
Then I immediately shut my mouth.
That was a bad idea. It was useless arguing because she clearly knew that and it would only make jer more angry.
Seeing me quiet at her false accusation she responded with satisfaction.
"That's more like it,"
She brushed past me, her shoulder slamming hard into mine and making me stumble. I barely caught my balance before she reached the door and banged it shut behind her.
Silence.
Only then did I realize I had been holding my breath.
I exhaled shakily. Although it did nothing to ease the rage, worry, pain, and fear felt inside.
Slowly, I walked toward the bed and bent over it.
It was soaked.
How was I supposed to clean this, for crying out loud? I say out loud visibly frustrated despite the gnawing fear.
There was nothing in sight to use. No cloth. No napkin. Nothing.
I looked around Sansa's bed with frustration. I couldn't possibly use the blanket. How would I dry it? And if it stayed wet, wouldn't that just get me punished again?
Panic began to crawl up my spine.
She will be back soon.
And I had no idea what to do. Worse still I hadn't figured out how to go about my day, what work was in store for me and I was fucking trapped here.
Just then
My stomach growled loudly and I held it.
Fuck! I muttered in frustration.
"Did prince Lucien really order you to be punished?" a voice spoke suddenly making me jump in fright.