Once Jessica was done serving the men at the table their meals, she wanted to leave and go to her, but the head chef stopped her.
"And where do you think you are going missy?" She demanded.
Jessica rolled her eyes at her in annoyance. "I am done with my chores! I served all the men! That was what you asked of me!"
And Jessica started to walk away but she as pulled back with such a hard force that she almost fell down.
"Oh no you do not!" The chef hissed. "It is your turn to go wash the pots."
Jessica turned red. "Wash pots?’ I will never do such a thing in my life!"
"Do you want me to beat you with a stick before you get your behind moving and doing some good chores?!" The chef demanded.
Jessica gawked in rage. "How dare you speak to me! I will do no such thing! All the things you asked of me I have done and I will no longer listen to you! I have done everything! I look dirty, and I smell dirty! In fact, I smell like you!"
The chef’s face went red.
"If you are feeling miserable because you are old and the ugly whore that you are." Jessica went on.
The chef gasped in shock.
"Then I must tell you that you keep your jealousy to yourself! I will never be like you! And if you truly believe that you can make me run such errands, then you must be out of your work-infected mind!"
Jessica was breathing so heavy it was like she would burst in any minute.
The chef herself was red and very, very angry.
The other servants were not even giggling anymore.
They seemed to be all quiet and afraid of the chef.
The chef picked up a large wooden spoon and grabbed Jessica.
"What are you doing?!" Jessica demanded. "Get off of me, you troll! Do not put your filthy hands on me!"
She whooped her bum, and Jessica gasped in shock at the harassment.
Her face went a full red in disbelief.
She was in pain quite alright, but she was more shocked.
She was so shocked at what had just transpired that she had forgotten to cry.
"Y...you...you just hit me," Jessica said in disbelief. And then she screwed her face in anger. "How dare you?!"
She started to scream at the chef. "How dare you touch me!"
Then she used her claws and started to attack and fight the large chef.
"You are an awful woman!" She screamed. "You are a monster! You have no idea who I am! You have no idea who my father is, you whore!"
But Jessica’s efforts were in vain.
In fact, she barely made any impact on the chef.
The chef grabbed her two hands with one hand and gave Jessica a hot slap.
Then she started to beat her all over.
Jessica screamed and writhed in pain, trying her best to fight off her attacker.
But it was all in vain.
Her two hands were strung up, and she was fighting a war she would never win.
Frustrated and exhausted, she began to cry.
Soon, the other girls started to cheer up and chant in support of her beating while Jessica cried and cried.
Then the door was swung open, and Garrick, who was the lord of the house, stepped in.
"What the devil is going on?" He demanded.
All the gist went quiet and stood in respectable places.
The chef finally let go of a year-stricken Jessica.
Jessica sniffed, her face red and filled with tears.
She weakly pulled the hand of her dress up to conceal her nudity.
"I believe I asked a question." He said in annoyance. "What the fuck is going on?"
Then, the chef quickly spoke up.
"My lord, I was giving her a good beating. She needed it. She had been unruly and using names on me and also being rude and lazy."
While all the girls worked." The chef said.
If this is true." Garrick began. "Did that warrant that you hold her defenseless and devote a jungle justice judgment on her head?"
The chef looked down. "No, my lord. All
Power belongs to you."
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