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Chapter 10 |SOLACE|

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"My lady, may I have the permission to enter the room?" I knocked on the door but didn't receive any

answer.

After a while, I knocked again. But still, there was silence. Maybe my lady is still sleeping, I should just

check in. "My lady I'm allowing myself in" I informed before entering the room.

When I entered inside an involuntary gasp escaped from the shock of witnessing the scene in front of

me.

My Lady was sitting in the corner of the bed looking dead in eyes and clasping the duvet on her naked

chest.

Lips were dry with blood, cuts and hair were all messy. She glanced at me before lowering her gaze.

Composing myself back from the shock. "M-my Lady, you are awake? I thought you were sleeping.

Apologies for entering without permission" I bowed in front of her.

She didn't reply. She just glanced at me before again lowering her eyes. The surrounding was

suffocating with awkward silence.

So I decided to break this by asking "My lady, would you like to freshen up?" I approached towards the

side of the bed and my eyes widen after finding the lock for the key my master gave me.

The key was of the handcuff which was around my lady's wrist.

I reached her wrist but with the movement, I touched her she flinched so badly it made me retreat my

steps.

"I'm sorry my lady! Did I hurt you?" I asked her.

She hardly nodded for me to see.

"Shall I proceed?" I asked my lady for permission.

She again gave her timid nod.

I unlocked her handcuff and saw her bruised wrist. I glanced towards her and held her arm to help her

to get out of bed.

She was hissing in pain in every step she took towards the bathroom. Her condition was so vulnerable,

it was making me feel sad for her. Never in my career as a maidservant did I ever witnessed something

like this.

She was clutching the duvet tightly to cover herself but with the movement, we reached near the

bathroom's door, she tripped on her big duvet and tumble on the floor. The pain made her whimper but

still trying to cover herself by gripping the duvet, which was in vain.

"My Lady, it's alright. You can drop the duvet. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We maids are

here to assist you. Please my lady trust me." I assured her.

She gazed at me and then slowly let go of the duvet from her iron grip.

And then again an involuntary gasp made its way out of my mouth the movement I saw my lady's

naked body. It was like some kind of animal had attacked her.

The whole body was covered in bright red, purple, and black bite marks, her bosom was looking blood

red accompanying her womanhood and the areas near her womanhood.

No wonder my lady was looking in so much distress.

She tried to get up but wasn't able to. "My Lady, let me help you" I helped her up and guided her near

the bathtub.

With the movement she went inside the tub, she groaned in pain. She settled in the corner of the tub

curling up in a ball with hugging her knees and leaning her head down on her knees. She was all dead

silent, without any single noise.

I glanced at my lady. She looks young and she is definitely a beauty. But why did master behave with

my lady in such a way? I heard every scream of my lady yesterday night. But my master never treats

anyone like this. So why with her?

Her condition was heart-aching. If my daughter was alive then she would have been just around her

age. How will her mother feel watching her daughter in such a miserable state?

I didn't give another second thought before caressing her head to just minimize her pain a little.

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The look of pity was evident on the maid's face when she saw my body. I hate it when someone shows

sympathy towards me, I never did anything to get it. But now I am having everything I despise.

A sudden touch on my head shook me out of my thoughts. I followed the source and saw it was the

maid who was stroking my head. She flinched and asked, "Did I cause you to discomfort my lady?"

I stared at her. She was a woman in her 50s, just like my mother. Mother.....my mother, just

remembering it brought tears to my eyes. If she was here, she too would caress me in the same way.

I stared at her with tears filling in my eyes not wasting a second I hugged her waist and busted into an

endless stream of tears. After a while, I felt the same stroking back.

I was sad, very sad. I want someone to lean on, to tell that I'm in terrible pain, and comfort me.

I cried, sobbed, whimpered holding the mother figure without taking account of the time. When my cries

turned into hiccups I realized that she was standing the whole time, without making any noise just

comforting me while I was crying.

I felt guilty for making her stand and listen to my cries "I-I'm sorry" I apologized

"No my lady, it's nothing" she responded.

"Shall I assist you to bathe?" She added. I nodded allowing her.

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Sitting on the bed again with all clean and tidy appearance.

Just then a knock erupted on the door, and a woman entered.

Who came to be a doctor.

She checked me in every place, and as moments went on the look of compassion was surfacing on her

face.

But soon things became blurry as she injected me. I was feeling light and my eyelids were becoming

heavy and before I knew I was deep asleep.