He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly

32 – Sheni Felter (2)

The reason why I became a slave started with an unspecial reason.

Our house was very poor. But we were a very happy family.

My mom and dad always worked hard and tried to raise me as well as possible. Even when I came back late at night, I liked my mom and dad.

But to be honest, I think a lot of people know how cruel poverty is.

How many people are holding their boats and suffering in the shadows in the shining city.

Who can I blame, I still vividly remember the two of them always weeping, saying that being born poor was a sin.

So I was sold.

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Raising a child in poverty must be really hard. I believe it will be the same story for everyone.

If I reduce it by one, it will definitely give my mom and dad a little more to eat.

And for me who is weak and sick, this is definitely the best.

It would be much better for me to work under someone else’s chores and get at least some food.

I believed so. like that.

If I didn’t believe that way, I would blame my family for the misfortune that befell me.

I didn’t want to be born sick, I didn’t want to be born poor, I just wanted to be happy.

Was that such a big mistake?

I believe that my family is harmonious, and even if I try to turn a blind eye to a house that is turning violent as we fight for poverty every day,

I couldn’t deny the incurable disease and the destruction of the house I should have been comfortable with.

How can I bear the cooling love and growing hatred?

I still didn’t want to resent my parents, but they started to resent me.

It was so unbearable that I fell asleep crying one day, and I was sold.

Was it their last conscience not to sell it in the back alley, or was it because they could get a lot of money more legally and without hassle?

But because I am sick and infirm, such a high price was not put on me.

How should I have thought of that?

Was it similar to the stigma that I was really unlucky, that my value was inferior to other people until the end?

Or, can it be said that it is because of this body that it is able to hide quietly without being noticed by others?

Holding my breath, meeting people like me or worse in the slave-house,

Is it time to realize once again that the world is a gutter filled with shining things?

All of them look at them with ugly eyes, all evaluate them as if they were objects, buy them, and then return after a while…

The more glamorous people, the more often I came to visit them, and there were times when there were people who weren’t… but they rarely bothered to look for me.

Where is the interest to share with me, who was born sickly and dwarfed in the back alley?

I just believe that the greatest happiness I can have is to listen to stories filled with hope from time to time, and to dream of an unexpected miracle.

Believing the story of two people who fell in love with each other after being forgiven for their wrongs in the arms of a kind master.

I dreamed hopeful dreams every day, hoping that one day I would be held in the arms of a loving master who would come to me, and that I would feel the warmth that even my parents would have given me.

At least as a maid in a happy family, if it’s possible to at least observe someone’s happiness from the sidelines, wouldn’t that be the greatest happiness I can get… I used to think that.

So now I earnestly pray.

If there is a god somewhere, please give me happiness.

Happiness to forget all the misfortunes of a lifetime.

And I hope that my master, whom I will welcome from now on, will be a generous person who can allow such happiness.

***

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Really, does God exist,

Was he generous enough to allow this kind of happiness to me who was unhappy?

The person I met was the main character in the rumors I had heard.

His name was Marcus, and I was relieved as soon as I heard that he was a good man who had a share of former employees at the best inn in town.

In the rumors of the employee, there were always stories full of love.

It was like a dream to me, who leaned on it and endured day by day, and to me who dreamed of the future…

My anxious mind disappeared, and before I knew it, I was only looking forward to the future.

By the way… The reality, it seems, is always full of things that are a little darker than rumors than I thought.

That’s right, the story full of love I imagined,

Already beyond love, burning quietly with obsession and possessiveness,

It’s because someone who is like a rose with thorns has been waiting for you, with a level of enchantment and beauty that makes it hard to believe that he is a rabbit beast.

As soon as I saw it, I knew instinctively.

The worry that maybe my happiness might not last that long,

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Really, maybe, if you did anything outstanding,

I thought that I might be kicked out or worse.

As soon as the master froze, he fell to the ground, and glowing letters flashed behind him as he shivered with fear.

Clumsily reading those texts on the back, I didn’t quite understand at the time what the hell was going on.

Why did the master receive the backlash against the slave contract, and why did he put the phrase in this contract?

I won’t do anything a slave doesn’t want to do

I think the owner was too kind and naive than I thought.

That sweet and beautiful voice that whispered in the master’s ear as he slowly walked out of the house.

But at the same time, it was so heavy that I felt like I was about to be weighed down by a sense of intimidation.

And at first glance, you might think that the position of the master and slave has changed, but

In fact, those feelings and actions contained in the whispering voice that he can express because he loves his master so much.

I felt a sense of fear at her appearance, like an invisible chain that entangles people kindly while thoroughly suppressing them.

If the owner had taken someone who was a little kinder or with a more calm personality as his companion, he would have been able to serve the master with better thoughts than he does now.

But… but… this…

What the hell am I going to see from now on?

What will my life be like in the future?

I – I – what the hell…

***

When I first saw the master’s house, I felt the beauty.

Now I feel nothing but fear.

I could no longer feel that this house was beautiful because of his heavy and huge feeling, like a big shadow overtaking a small mouse.

This is her lair. Her nest, the rabbit’s den.

But it has only one purpose.

To thoroughly imprison and indulge her companion.

To my sensitive nose, I could tell how horrifyingly this house had been used.

The master and his smell coming from the countless bedspreads and pillowcases hanging outside the window,

His thick body odor emanating from the stains that are buried here and there in the living room and where I am sitting.

…There is only one reason why I can stay here.

Because my master wanted me here.

However, she realized that she didn’t want to.

There is no way the master can protect me.

Even more so if you think of the owner and him who went to the room trembling with fear right away.

Will I be kicked out?

And… what’s scarier is that I can’t hear anything from this house right now.

My ears are so sensitive that they were good enough to pick up a lot of sounds from the street.

I couldn’t hear anything about this house.

I could only vaguely feel the presence of the two of them on the upper floor.

How long did you have to wait so impatiently?

And when I straightened my back and faced the two of them again, I felt goosebumps running through my body.

I think this fear is something that can’t be explained in words.

If you are a person with good eyesight, you can only feel it.

The deep red mark on his neck, the strong smell of him wafting from there.

She purposely leaned against the master’s arm with her hands wrapped around the master’s waist and her chest slightly leaning against it.

The owner’s slightly hazy expression, and the way he still leaned slightly against her, unable to shake him off.

The buttons were fastened, but the top stretched so much that even the collarbone was visible.

I was afraid.

I was so afraid that I finally understood the reason for the things my master asked me to do.

I am the one who creates a little gap between the two of you.

But I’m not strong enough to handle it. don’t do it

I… I…

Oh, God… what did you send me here to show me?