Dust Of Lust

Chapter.8*Cellar*

This evening party was pretty strange to me. The Royals, including some rich people and their friends from the city, were also invited to this women's party. Imagine walking among ladies that wear all this expensive jewelry and hate the sight of poverty-stricken people like us.

"Shanice go fill Lady Grace's glass." Madame Noela addressed me, eyeing me to not mess it up. There were a few more ladies perched with Lady Grace, all of them looking at me like I was some meal. I, personally, had no idea what was going on. Lady Grace didn’t have a very sterling reputation, you know those crude individuals that make you feel anger boiling in your veins? That was her.

"Oh my, have never seen you here before." As I was filling her glass, she held my hand and forced me to sit down on my knees so she can have a good look at me. I was mystified at her statement, she had seen me in the carnival, but then again, they were too rich and classy to remember my existence.

"She is new." Madame Noela proudly stated, she sipped through her glass and gulped in pride as she walked out a way to get the appreciation of the ladies for having a slave girl like me.

"She is so beautiful." Lady Grace lifted my face to her face's level by placing her finger under my chin and looked into my eyes. That struck me in the wrong way, I was suddenly uncomfortable about this whole environment. If she was up to what I think she was, she was breaking a major rule.

The ladies of the Royals were not allowed to have an affair with any of the workers; slaves, girls or boys. This reward was limited to the men of the Royal families.

"Tell her your name." Madame Noela ordered, I raised my eyes and stared at Lady Grace.

This all felt wrong!

"Shanice," I mumbled in a whisper. I felt her finger slowly running across my cheek and that's when my whole body shuddered. No! She was breaking a huge rule, that would get us in trouble.

Actually, it would get me in trouble because she was a Royal, she might survive, but nobody will save me. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, my stress could be sensed from the coldness of my body.

"She is new to everything." Lady Grace commented, followed by Madame Noela's giggle. I've been starving the whole day and my head was already hurting. With all the liquor and throng, the loud laughter and beatings to some of the slaves, I was feeling a bit of nausea.

Not only was my stomach growling, but the thought of committing a crime was making my health worse. I could dive into a relationship with a worker like Kanika but not with a royal Lady as the rule was announced to everyone.

It was fair for me to get away from the crowd of people and inhale some fresh air but nope, Lady Grace wasn't done yet. She kept running hands through my hair. I didn't see any men around so why was Prince Luke asking for Prince Warrick's company the other day?

I slowly began feeling dizzy, the loud laughter around me was making me more uncomfortable.

"Do you mind if I?" Lady Grace asked Madame Noela, I didn't know what was she gonna do but a joyful hoot surrounded me. She bent her body forward, holding my chin and looking at my lips. She leaned ahead and before she could move another muscle, my throat felt itchy.

A frown appeared on my forehead as my brain quickly concluded, I was going to puke. I lowered my head and threw up in her lap. Everyone started screaming as they had never seen a human puke before.

I didn’t know what would be the outcome of my mischievousness but it wasn’t something I could control.

"Oh, My God!" Lady Grace yelled, swiftly jumping to her feet and running to the side as I puked on the floor even more.

My head had started to hurt even worse than before. The loud screams and the names they were calling me were making me dizzy.

"You filthy rat," Madame Noela rushed towards me and slapped my head, keeping a good distance from me to not get her fancy dress drenched with my puke.

Her slap made me lose my balance, so much that I immediately placed my hands on the floor to prevent my forehead from hitting the ground.

"My expensive dress is ruined." Lady Grace complained, her dramatic voice was digging holes through my eardrums.

“Oh My God! I feel so sorry for your dress.” A voice penetrated my eardrum like a curse.

Strangely, everyone commiserated for her dress, but what about a human all sick and tired on the floor? 

Did nobody feel an ounce of pity for me?

I lifted my eyes to examine my surroundings and the glares I received gave me a clear idea that I was doomed now.

"Take her away." Madame Noela yelled.

A huge white guy, who was a personal guard and also a worker of Madame Noela rushed, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the hall. I was about to collapse, but this guy didn't care. Konrad, the guard, opened the door to the cellar and pushed me inside. He then proceeded to push me inside a cage and by that time, I was already half-asleep.

My body had given up on me, the lack of strength was making things worse for me. I landed on the hard, cold, concrete ground, and instead of lifting my body up, I just laid there.

I slept for a few minutes and then woke up scared. I was able to move a little now that my body had taken a nap. There were plenty of cells in front of and beside my cell.

I knew why they had taken me here. It was the cellar where they would keep the slaves to punish them later.

"Why am I here?" I voiced, not knowing why they were punishing me for a sickness that I had no control over. It wasn't my fault that I was not feeling well.

"You don’t know what you did?" I heard a heavy voice coming from the other side of the wall. Who was this person?