"Where are you going, Sera?" Sera stopped walking as soon as she heard her father's voice. She then turned around."To the back garden. Do you have something to say?""Russel has just come home. You were busy playing with that slave. Now you're leaving him alone in the back garden?"Sera smiled. "Papa saw us? He will be an obedient slave. Don't worry. I won't make any mistakes."Sera then approached her father and hugged him tightly. She felt reckless lately. She could not let her father look away. She had to remain the dearest daughter in this family. Only Tudor gave her strength.Tudor could only sigh. Again he was weak in front of his daughter. The thought of losing Sera if he was too harsh made him silent. He really wanted to talk about the slave."If you want to take him, bring him to the slave house after lunch," Tudor said.Sera nodded. "Of course, Papa." This time she smiled sweetly, a smile Tudor always liked.Sure enough, Tudor left after. Sera walked back to the back garden
"Why do you look worried? What do you know you are hiding from us, Balferis?" asked Emir. He was sure the old man knew something and had been playing dumb all along.However, Balferis avoided the question whenever he was asked."I'm just too worried. You guys are about to get punished because of Amos. I should be happy he's alive or be sorried that he made you suffer," Balferis said.Emir smiled. "I don't know what they'll do. But I'd rather be punished to know Amos is okay. That's enough for me."Balferis shook his head. "There will be suffering not only for you adult slaves. But children will also suffer the consequences. I'm more worried about them."The Emir was pensive. Every month they lose slaves. Eventually, they died or were taken into the mansion as punishment. In return they would get toddlers who would be the next slave.Although slaves change every time, separation still brings sorrow. Especially for those who are close to each other like family.Emir was silent. It was t
Amos was undressed completely. He looked at Sera who was standing near him watching his every move. He stood innocently as he moved while looking away. He didn't know what to do if Sera stared at him silently. That was scary.He was lucky to get a view at that moment. A small bird entered the balcony and flew past a vase of flowers. His eyes widened at the beauty of it. The cute bird was so beautiful. Its feathers were red with a green tail. He had never seen such a beautiful bird before.While Amos enjoyed the beauty, the bird suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was shocked. But then he heard a voice from Sera's direction. When he turned his head, his eyes widened to see that the bird had died in her hands, split into several pieces.Fresh blood filled the woman's hand."OH!" screamed Amos, shocked. Shocked that he hadn't seen Sera's movements, then shocked at how the woman killed the small bird without blinking. He was frozen in place.Sera grinned, throwing the dead bir
The slaves stared at Amos in disbelief. The children cried at how harshly they treated all the slaves, especially Amos.Amos groaned as his feet were trampled forcing him to prostrate himself. They roughly removed his clothes. Other guards soon came and dragged him heartlessly to the pillar and tied him tightly there. In an instant, Amos was bound with his hands stretched upwards and his feet tied to the chains on the ground.Amos didn't think about the state of his body at all. He only thought about how he could endure the many lashes he would receive. He closed his eyes, listening to the slave calls that sounded very weak in his ears."Amos, please don't do this!" cried Emir. But, before he could say anything else, a whip flew across his back, making him scream out loud.Amos clenched his fists to stare at his tormentors who were already in place. His hatred built up. Those faces showed no mercy at all. They would lash out with all their might even if they heard blood cries from the
Once inside the room, Sera placed Amos on the floor.Amos immediately grabbed her leg. "Miss, I can't just leave. What if they continue to punish the children?" Amos asked worriedly.Sera wouldn't care, but Amos felt responsible for them all. He felt very guilty."They won't punish the children," Sera said, standing up to look at Amos who was still concerned about others when he himself was hurt.Amos looked down and remained silent, his hands not letting go of Sera's legs. He wanted to cry out of despair over guilt and regret. What had he done exactly? All the slaves were hurt because of him.The pain and anger, as well as the sadness of his helplessness, made Amos cry in front of Sera. He repeatedly blamed himself."What have I done?" He muttered continuously and sobbed. He leaned on his hands and released his emotions.Sera let Amos cry all he wanted. She was satisfied that her goal of deterring him had succeeded. By seeing that punishment, he should have thought a dozen times befo
"I need to make coffee for Ms. Dumitrese. Can you tell me where the coffee is?" asked Amos once he reached the kitchen. His gaze wandered around the kitchen which looked so big, he was sure he wouldn't have found the coffee if he hadn't asked, given the amount of stuff in there.Some of the female servants looked at each other. It was usually Sera's bodyguards who prepared the food and drinks, why now the slave? Sera never had breakfast and drank coffee. How strange.But, instead of asking too many questions, they pointed to a glass cabinet. "There is powdered chocolate and coffee."Amos nodded, feeling uncomfortable as they stared at him. He picked up a cup and filled it with a few spoons of coffee. He often did this in the slave house, as it had a small kitchen with simple necessities like milk and coffee. He also made coffee for his fellow slaves. They said his coffee was delicious.Amos was making hot water, but he saw a different kind of stove than he was used to seeing in the sla
Hoper looked pityingly at Amos who had been back and forth in the kitchen. He saw that the man's face was very pale. No wonder, after what the man went through these past few days. His energy and mentality were drained. He was lucky to be used to hard work."What do you need?" asked Hoper trying to help. He was still upset that Amos had run off, he had gotten the wrath of Tudor and Sera, but his compassion at the moment was much greater."Miss asked me to bring some milk," Amos said quietly, then walked back to the kitchen with his coffee.It was true, Sera just wanted to clown the man. In fact, she didn't touch the coffee at all. And no one knew what she was really thinking. For that reason, Hoper tried not to interfere. He could be exposed to Sera's pranks.Meanwhile, Amos, without expression, walked into the kitchen. He didn't care, his frustration still overflowing even as the servants and bodyguards stared at him. But, when he entered the kitchen, his eyes instantly widened.Gera
Winston relented at last. He came as a brother, but he knew Sera was stubborn. So he didn't expect anything more."I just hope you don't fall out over this," Winston said."I have no problem. I'll consider it over unless you do it again," Sera said. Her hands rubbed and she played Amos' ear who kneeled nearby.Winston noticed how obedient Amos was to Sera. But he didn't expect Sera to consider the man anything more than a slave. His place was on the floor like this. The two of them were not supposed to be lovers.Winston left after that.Sera watched until her brother left the room. Then she turned to look at Amos."Did you bring milk for me?" she asked.Amos nodded. He pointed to the bottle of milk on the table."Do you want me to drink from that bottle?" asked Sera.Amos blinked looking at Sera in horror. He didn't bring a glass! He was in such a hurry to get away from Gerard that he forgot about it.Amos gulped. He got up. "I'll bring a glass for you, Miss."Amos tiptoed away, but