Dust Of Lust

Chapter.9*It's Time*

It took me a minute to respond because my ears were not familiar with this voice.

"Who are you?" I questioned, crawling towards the wall. but there was no way I could see this person's face.

"Another slave." His voice was filled with grief. I understand his pain, being thrown into a cellar for something so small gave me a better understanding of how unfair and ruthless these Royals were.

"But who are you?" I questioned again. I was curious as I've never talked to or known this person before. Which could mean two things, either this person was not very known in the village or he was someone who wasn’t allowed to leave the property of the Royals and stay in their mansion to suffer every day.

"I'm Williams Brown." He responded. It felt like he was in chains because every time he moved I could hear chains rattling.

"I'm Shanice. Why are you here?" I asked, perching on my knees with the wall. My head was still hurting, but I was able to lift up my body with the newly gained strength I had received after resting for a bit.

When he hit me with silence, I felt obligated enough to explain my question better, “I mean, what did you do that pissed them off so bad that they threw you here?” I kept my tone soft since my words might offend him.

“So you are a punctilious little being,” his boisterous laugh perplexed my existence with many questions. I expected a much rather depressive response to the mention of the chains.

"Honestly, they don't need an excuse to punish a man. I heard it is worse for women because they make them an object of their Lust and entertainment." He knew too much. My lucky guess was, he was living on their property. Such workers were even in more pain than the ones living in the village since we would still get away from their eyes for some hours, but these workers had to deal with them every single second of their lives.

"I was helping another Slave in his work because I'm stronger than he was and they caught me doing so." His tone was persistently calm, but the hints of sadness could be sensed from a deep sigh he would fill out whenever he started a sentence.

"But you were doing good. Why would they punish you for something so small?" I grumbled, feeling bad for him and at the same time, being piqued by the prejudiced behavior these Royals had towards us.

“Well, evidently, my help came as an aid to this slave from Royal’s penalty, which displeased them.” Hearing how they would do anything for their entertainment made my stomach tie a knot, but this time, I didn’t puke all over the place.

"What about you? What did you do wrong to get yourself in trouble like this?" Williams asked, I could feel he was indulged in this conversation with me. Undeniably, the slaves from the mansion weren’t allowed to communicate their hearts to the villagers or to each other. There were also no means provided to liaison between the workers, in other words, slaves, from the mansion, and the workers from the village.

"I puked!" I said, shrugging my shoulders even when I knew he couldn’t see me.

"How is that punishable?" He inquired in confusion, sounding curious. I knew he would ask that.

"I puked in Madame Noela's Royal guest's lap." I finished my sentence and after a silence of a few seconds, his crackle echoed through the cellar.

"What did you eat to throw up like that?" He asked through laughs. It did sound like a funny thing if it wasn't followed with the punishment and embarrassment I was going to be getting. Well, at least, I made him laugh.

"Nothing. I hadn't had anything since morning." I played with the lace of my skirt and lowered my head, not in guilt but feeling bad for myself. One could assume I had eaten something to act up in front of the Royals, but I hadn’t had anything to eat in the morning was the next level of dejection.

"It's not your fault.” He must have sensed the tension in my voice that compelled him into putting effort into making me feel good. “So, how old are you?" His voice turned a bit soft, more like a whisper under his breath.

The sweetness in his tone made me sigh peacefully and calm my raced breaths down.

"I turned eighteen a few days ago," I replied, feeling my cheeks turning red. So, I just turned eighteen and this was the gift I received.

"Oh! happy belated Birthday to you Shanice, may this year change your life for the better." His chains rattled, he must have moved closer to the wall to be near me.

"How old are you?" I questioned. My female harmonies were jumping all around in my body.

"I'm either nineteen or twenty, I guess,” his voice suddenly lacked the energy he had before, “I don't know my date of birth or year of birth. " His voice softened even more. My heart felt a wave of sadness drowning the surroundings at the thought of how he had been living with no one to console him and no peace to be blessed upon his poor soul.

“Oh! I am so sorry,” you could tell I was not good at comforting someone, but I tried.

We left the silence to take over for a moment in order for us to go back to having a normal conversation, but we forgot we weren’t here on a picnic. The door to the cellar made a squeaking noise as somebody pushed it open.

I guess, whoever this person was, they were here for me. I don’t think Williams crime was as bigger as mine, which made me pretty much a clear idea of who was deemed to get the punishment first.

"Get up." Konrad rushed downstairs, he voiced even before his image came into view. I bet not only me, but Willaims must have prepared himself as well for the worst-case scenario.

"You girl, get up." I had already straightened my back, but he had to shout anyways.

See, I was right!

He was here for me. He opened the cell door to march inside. I was panicking under my skin, but had kept my posture straight. The guard was also a worker, but he would get fewer punishments and harsh treatments than us.

So, basically, there was a hierarchy in s*****y as well. Seeing Konrad briskly reaching for me made me shrunk away a bit. He grasped my arm as he pulled me out of the cell he had locked me in before. I tried looking behind the other wall to see a glimpse of the person I've been talking to but Konrad took me from the other side.

It confused me how my whole attention was towards seeing the face of the person I had been talking to than worrying about the punishment Madame Noela had hand-picked for me.

A/N:

Q: Your thoughts on Williams? 

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