Her face was covered in tears. Her fingernails were turning white from the owner pushing her role too hard. Her slightly trembling arms were trying hard to pull her body to move.
Callista closed her eyes for a few moments as she felt as if her arm was about to break off as it had to take the place of her leg. All the wounds on her body throbbed with pain until Callista winced softly in a silent cry.
Even though her actions seemed useless, she would still try until the end.
Her pupils dilated, a loud cry escaping her lips that she could not control.
She could feel her thigh being pierced by something sharp. But after a few seconds, the sharp object was immediately pulled out with a strong jerk. Inevitably the screaming and crying became more and more intense.
"To help, someone helps me ...."
Suddenly a knife was thrown not far from where Callista was. "Do you need that thing?"
For a moment Callista looked back with a sharp gaze, but a few seconds later she immediately threw away her gaze and chose to stare straight ahead. As her hand stretched forward to grab the knife, her body lifted.
Kenward gripped Callista's neck so tightly that the girl's feet did not rest on the floor.
"Do you think you can fight me with just that little thing?"
Callista struggled. Both hands tried to release Kenward's grip from her neck. Her tears flowed down to wet Kenward's hands.
"Let go... let go..." Callista's face slowly turned white. She began to run out of breath. Was she going to die like this?
Kenward was satisfied to see Callista's helpless expression. Keep begging. That was what he expected. But since he did not intend to bring death to Callista today, he would end it with minor injuries.
He threw the fragile body down with force. Kenward, who had a strength unusual in men, knocked Callista down and slapped an object.
Crash!
A piece of glass fell onto Callista's body. Suddenly Callista covered her head with both arms. Whether this could be considered an advantage or not, the glass cabinet she hit was not completely cracked. But of course, some glass scratched her skin.
Whimpers and cries could be heard from her tiny lips. She no longer felt pain in certain parts but in all parts of her body. She wanted to get away from these glass fragments, but she couldn't, she couldn't move.
"This leg makes me weak," she cursed to herself.
As if he wasn't satisfied, Kenward took another firm grip on Callista's pajama collar. Again and again, sending her crashing into an object. His anger and thirst still hadn't subsided, although it was well masked with a flat expression.
The weak, twig-like body hit the table with such force that it was rendered helpless.
"It hurts... Mom, it hurts..." she muttered softly while sobbing.
With the sensitivity of her sense of hearing, Callista immediately raised her gaze upwards. Her eyes rounded to see the nightlight that was about to fall right on her head. With the remaining energy, she hurriedly pulled herself away from the nightstand.
The loud sound of shattering glass made Callista frown. Inevitably due to her limited range of movement, the broken glass from the bed lamp slid right into Callista's palm. Callista spontaneously withdrew her palm. She looked at some of the glass that was stuck there.
She bit her trembling lips as she pulled one by one the glass that had settled in her palm. Her tears flowed freely, her back shook violently. Just one glass was already painful, this was many times over.
"Be thankful you didn't face death today," the madman said before he waltzed away. Callista ignored him completely until the sound of the door closing was heard.
The tears that she had been holding back were immediately released. The hysterical sobs were heartbreaking. Holding on to the edge of the bed, Callista tried to sit up. When will all this pain be over?
"Why? Why do I have to experience this? Why is my fate so unfortunate?" she complained silently. She hoped that God would hear her. Why was her destiny so bad from childhood?
"Why? Why? Can anyone answer my question?" Callista buried her face in the bed.
"Don't I deserve to be happy? What did I do wrong?" After saying that, Callista's crying intensified. Now not only her body was hurting, but also her eyes. It looked like her tears were about to drain away. The question that started with the word 'why' always had no answer.
Not long after, several maids suddenly entered the room by only knocking three times before. Not saying letting them in, the five maids barged right in. There was no point in them knocking.
Callista grimaced softly as the maids helped her to get up. Walking her to the bathroom. No longer remembering the embarrassment as Callista only felt pain all over, she let the maids slowly undress her until there was nothing left.
She saw the expressions on the maids' faces in the bathroom mirror. Their expressions were the same as before, flat and expressionless. Were they already used to seeing so many wounds?
Thinking about that made many other questions come to her mind. What was the story of how they ended up working here as maids? Were they threatened by Kenward to work here unwillingly? Or were they ordered to remain silent for a high income?
"We'll just rub the lady's body with warm water," one of the maids said on behalf of the others.
Callista nodded her head. It would hurt if this wound was touched by much water. And she had no regrets about that decision. The maids treated her very gently. After cleaning herself, they applied ointment to each wound carefully and then quickly wrapped her body with bandages.
"I must endure it," Callista thought with her eyes closed tightly.