have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
To Serve and Obey
He looked down at me with contempt. But then I was just a slave and had to do whatever my masters told me to. This one time I had refused to service him the way he wanted to every morning. He had hit me across the face and he smeared my blood on his pants. And he called me a barbarian! I rolled to the side and swallowed the blood. He was shouting for another slave and kicked me where I lay. I saw Rosana walk to him and kneel. She gave me a stern look and I crawled away.
I had not always been a slave. I used to live with my parents and siblings on our farm. I was just like any other farm girl in the world. Until the world stopped and the war began. They came, plundered and took. Now I served his royal highness, prince Aremiah. The other girls told me to be happy. He was good looking; I did not deny that fact. But who would want to serve a man who used rape and torture as a weapon, I sure would not. I knew what I had done this morning would come back and bite me in the ass, but by now I did not care.
He did not call for me all day long and I wondered what he had in store for me. So I took a chance and went to him. He was being bathed by new slave girls and I fell down by the pool and cried a bit while whimpering how much I wanted to serve him. It was all lies of course but I did enough to appeal to his vanity. Telling him how beautiful and strong he was and how another slave girl had hit me for always being there for him. This he took seriously and then asked me to join him. I thanked him from joy and quickly stripped. I saw the smile on his face and knew he would hurt me. But I held my head high and slipped down the water. He kissed me hard and the other slave girls went back in the water. I smiled and took up a sponge. With the other hand I let my hair flow down and I kissed him. Soon the water was red around me and the other slaves screamed. I just stood there and looked at my hair piece embedded in the side of his neck. His eyes were so large and I laughed.
I am dark today and I also blame Melissa who told me to write the story I saw. And my mind is dirty, that look down can only mean one thing