"Little Red come in here! This is not acceptable of a girl your age!"
A girl with red hair and and painted lips saunters into the room where her tutor waits staring at something on the desk. She points at the girl and then looks back at the desk.
"Why did you hire me if you were not going to do your studies I have appointed for the day? I did not accept this job to be harassed by some CHILD!" The tutor glares down at the girl who has stopped in front of the desk and is looking at the thing on the desk as well. Her eyes down look ashamed or even indicate any emotion besides boredom. As the world 'child' passes the grown woman's lips a flair of anger and hatred flashes across the girls face. She looks up into the woman's eyes and very slowly and deliberately turns, seeming to have ignored everything her tutor had just said. As the girl nears the door of the study and turns her head so the woman behind her can see only the slightest bit of her face. "I don't recall hiring someone to nag me or or act so insolent as to call me 'Little Red' like we were friends or equals."
The woman's face turns white as she realizes her mistake. A mistake less than this had gotten some of the previous staff members 'fired' like the cook who had not put enough sugar in the girls tea. This little child had been in a bad mood so she sent him to make another cup accept right after she left and so did her personal servant. The cook never made it back into the house...he might not have even made it out of the hall before she did something to him. Tilli's employer was notorious for hiring a new servant every other week to replace old servants that seemingly just vanished with no questions asked. Ask all this crosses her mind she falls to her knees and bows her head. "I am terribly sorry Mistress. I forgot my place. My only wish is to further your great intellect so you may become better than you already are!" Tilli hears foot steps leading away from the room and she glances up. Her employer is gone and she's alone again. Letting out a sigh of relief she gets up and looks back down at the desk.
On the desk is a small piece of paper no bigger than her palm. Every detail and ever stroke looks exact and perfect. "I'm not doing this any more." Crumpling the picture 'Little Red' had drawn of Tilli being ravished by her sevant as she walked out the door to pack her stuff and leave the place.
 Enldless nightmares · Mon Jul 19, 2010 @ 12:39am · 0 Comments |
