Jessica had been lying down on her tiny bed, reminiscing about her life back then.
How calm and how lovely it all had been before Jasmine has stolen her identity, a servant came into the room and snapped at her.
"Hey, stupid, get up!"
She looked up and saw it was on Wolf, the servant.
She eyed her and then hissed at her. "Do not ever speak to me like that! I am the daughter of this pack. You will give me the respect that I am owed!"
The servant laughed at her. "Daughter of the pack indeed. If you were truly the daughter, then why are you here in the seventh quarters dressed like a miserable servant."
Jessica swallowed the tears of humiliation burning behind her eyes.
She had been enduring endless humiliation and bullying of all sorts from the people who had worked for her before they lost everything.
Now, she was forced to even work here.
When she had come she had believed that she would be given some special sort of treatment.
Some sort of reverence.
But to her horror, she had been made to do
Menial chores.
Scrub floors and wash plates—do things that she never, in her wildest dreams, thought she would fall victim to.
She had complained to her mother, but her mother had assured her that it was because she needed to be kept undercover; no one was to know who she was.
"You know why I am here." Jessica hissed. "I would never be in this smelling place if not for circumstances."
"Well, let us say that circumstances are the reason you are still here. You will continue to do the work until the so-called circumstances have gone, " she said.
Jessica swallowed hard in disbelief.
The servants bullied her, and she was treated so awfully.
"Get up and do your work!" The girl named Claire hissed.
"But I have done my work already," Jessica said, evidently frustrated at the work she was being assigned.
"The men desire their food; you are to go serve them." Clair snapped.
The problem was Claire was a big girl. Way bigger than Jessica and anyone who was anyone knew better than to cross Claire.
"I already did my work. Get someone else to do it and leave me alone." Jessica hissed in anger as she turned in her bed and used her blankets to cover her head.
She hoped that Claire would leave him alone now.
But barely a few seconds passed, and then she heard Claire’s footsteps marching up to her.
Claire pulled her blanket open, and then she grabbed Jessica’s hair.
Jessica howled in pain.
"Let me go, you stupid bitch!" Jessica cried as she scrambled to be freed from Claire’s grip.
But it was useless.
Claire was way stronger than her, and she dragged her out of the bed with one hand while Jessica cried and screamed in pain.
Eventually, she was thrown and shoved to the side of the room.
"Now look here missy!" Claire pointed at her with an accusing finger. "You will get your little spoiled rotten behind down to the kitchen and do the work rant you are needed. Does it look like anyone here cares about you? You were once above us but as far as you are in the same place with all of us, then you would do ask you are told".
Jessica’s eyes widened, and her face went pink in rage and humiliation.
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