Yes Master
Ch.1
Lina's P.O.V
"Hey slut you better have this house spotless by the time I get back! I have important clients coming over and I don't want them thinking I live like a pig!" my father bellowed up the stairs. I didn't dare peek around the corner and make eye contact with him, as i quietly replied "Yes sir, but what shall I make you all for dinner?" He sighed annoyingly as he yelled "I don't give a flying fuck as long as it looks and tastes expensive!" slamming the door on his way out. I really don't understand why he makes me cook donner when we have maids. I know that sounds a little snobbish, and that's not the type of person I am, but when it comes to cooking lavish meals like he expects is when I become even more useless.
"Even more useless" you say? Whatever do you mean? Well I was born into a lifestyle where if you were to get pregnant you MUST give birth to son first. I know what your thinking "But you can't control whether or not you have a boy first, that's fucking stupid!". Yeah well that'that's the kind of world I live in, but not for long. Now that my dad is gone for a couple hours, it buys me enough time to finish packing my bags so.I can finally escape this hell. I pushed open my bedroom door and ran to my closet pulling out my already packed suitcase. I've been planning my escape for weeks but never had a chance to leave until now, and you bet your ass I'm going to take a this one.
I continued to scurry around my room packing the last few things on my dresser into my backpack. As soon as I was done I took a step back and just looked around my room. I never realized how bare and haunting it was, until I came to the conclusion that I needed to leave. Getting back to the task at hand, I grabbed my suitcase and headed downstairs to the kitchen to find Marisol. Marisol was our maid, a makeshift mother to me, but most importantly my best friend. She was the only one, out of the four maids we had, that knew about my beating me and how much he despised me. Marisol would sneak me to the hospital when his beatings got too bad and when I found out the worst news of my life... I could never have kids.
"Marisol where are you?" I woundered aloud as I entered the kitchen. "Lina you better hurry up if you want to accomplish anything!" Marisol yelled. "Well it looks like I'm ahead of the game" I giggled as she playfully rolled her eyes at me. "Okay love now onto business, I already called a cab to pick you up and it should be here any minute now. From there it'll take you to the Ritz Hotel two towns over and then you can start your new life sweety." She said trying to hold back her tears but failing miserably. I closed the distance between us and gave her the biggest hug of her life. Our silent moment was interrupted when we heard the cab horn as it pulled into the driveway.
Marisol helped me put my suitcase in the trunk and when everything was situated I couldn't help but give her another hug. As we pulled apart I was going to tell her about fathers dinner party when she beat me to it. "I already know about your fathers dinner party with those disrespectful, horny men he calls friends. I overheard him yelling at you earlier, so I went ahead and got everything started for later." She helped me into the cab as we said our last farewells and just like that the cabbie and I were headed off to my beginning. Ritz Hotel here I come.
Outfit
"Hey slut you better have this house spotless by the time I get back! I have important clients coming over and I don't want them thinking I live like a pig!" my father bellowed up the stairs. I didn't dare peek around the corner and make eye contact with him, as i quietly replied "Yes sir, but what shall I make you all for dinner?" He sighed annoyingly as he yelled "I don't give a flying fuck as long as it looks and tastes expensive!" slamming the door on his way out. I really don't understand why he makes me cook donner when we have maids. I know that sounds a little snobbish, and that's not the type of person I am, but when it comes to cooking lavish meals like he expects is when I become even more useless.
"Even more useless" you say? Whatever do you mean? Well I was born into a lifestyle where if you were to get pregnant you MUST give birth to son first. I know what your thinking "But you can't control whether or not you have a boy first, that's fucking stupid!". Yeah well that'that's the kind of world I live in, but not for long. Now that my dad is gone for a couple hours, it buys me enough time to finish packing my bags so.I can finally escape this hell. I pushed open my bedroom door and ran to my closet pulling out my already packed suitcase. I've been planning my escape for weeks but never had a chance to leave until now, and you bet your ass I'm going to take a this one.
I continued to scurry around my room packing the last few things on my dresser into my backpack. As soon as I was done I took a step back and just looked around my room. I never realized how bare and haunting it was, until I came to the conclusion that I needed to leave. Getting back to the task at hand, I grabbed my suitcase and headed downstairs to the kitchen to find Marisol. Marisol was our maid, a makeshift mother to me, but most importantly my best friend. She was the only one, out of the four maids we had, that knew about my beating me and how much he despised me. Marisol would sneak me to the hospital when his beatings got too bad and when I found out the worst news of my life... I could never have kids.
"Marisol where are you?" I woundered aloud as I entered the kitchen. "Lina you better hurry up if you want to accomplish anything!" Marisol yelled. "Well it looks like I'm ahead of the game" I giggled as she playfully rolled her eyes at me. "Okay love now onto business, I already called a cab to pick you up and it should be here any minute now. From there it'll take you to the Ritz Hotel two towns over and then you can start your new life sweety." She said trying to hold back her tears but failing miserably. I closed the distance between us and gave her the biggest hug of her life. Our silent moment was interrupted when we heard the cab horn as it pulled into the driveway.
Marisol helped me put my suitcase in the trunk and when everything was situated I couldn't help but give her another hug. As we pulled apart I was going to tell her about fathers dinner party when she beat me to it. "I already know about your fathers dinner party with those disrespectful, horny men he calls friends. I overheard him yelling at you earlier, so I went ahead and got everything started for later." She helped me into the cab as we said our last farewells and just like that the cabbie and I were headed off to my beginning. Ritz Hotel here I come.
Outfit
Notes
Okay so this is my first story so i'm really really really sorry if this majorly sucks. So should i continue this or delete it? If i so decide to contine it what do you think is going to happen next?
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11/24/15