Punishment

So keeping quiet is also a problem to her " dear don't dirty your hands any further than you've done! No point in expecting manners from a useless servant!" Said her mother, making an entrance. They are the worst when they are together. " It is our fault for being too kind! Today you won't eat and are not allowed to drink water until tomorrow. You'll also stay in the punishment room tonight and maybe then you'll learn to be grateful" even without looking I could feel their satisfied smiles looking down on me. I knew trying to apologize and explain the situation would make things worse so I stayed quiet and went on to my next task.

Glad. They should be glad there is someone like the queen, someone as powerful as the queen otherwise I would've given my all in making them suffer far worse than I have. I don't get it, I've never done anything but serve them however way they ask yet I receive such harsh treatment. Everyone sees them as good natured witches wasting time and food to a useless servant. I don't want this life but should I end it? No matter how hard it has been my thoughts have never drifted that far. I have this burning desire to live even if it is not the life I want.

I remember that I once admired these hypocrites and once wanted to be as good as them only to be disappointed. They shone so brightly it was irritating while I suffered alone. I've always been in this cold and dark side of this world but what I loved about it is that it was real. It allowed every reject like me to hug their knees and rock themselves in peace. There, you get to accept your inner self, all your insecurities and end up owning all that you wished to hide from the world. You stop caring about what these things that'll definitely die just like you will one day say about you.

After doing all the tasks that needed to be done I went to the punishment room while they followed behind me. I tried to open the door but it felt heavier today as I felt weak because of being denied food and water. It must've been a nice show for them to see me struggle, I could feel their satisfied smiles but I eventually opened it and was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent smell. It was pitch black and because of some spell , light never entered this room. The deadly smell was of various dead animals, I didn't dare to ask if it was real or some sort of spell. I slowly entered but almost slipped, it was a miracle that i managed to balance myself while feeling this weak and tired. The floor was sticky in some places and wet in some places. Without warning I heard the door close behind me.

Standing where I'm standing won't help so it's better I blindly find a wall to at least lean against it as I feel I might collapse any minute now. I walked slowly while having my arms stretched out in front of me and it wasn't long for my fingers to graze something solid. Without caring if it was dirty or not I leaned against it, of course I'm aware that it is worse than dirty. My hands found their way to my stomach. I'm used to it and I'm probably feeling worse pain in some other areas than my stomach but it was still an irritating pain. Leaning against the wall wasn't enough and so I slowly sat down on the floor while my back leaned against the wall. I could feel the old dress I'm wearing slowly getting wet and it started itching. I tried to ignore it by closing my eyes and balancing my breathing but breathing felt horrible because of the deadly smell. It is impossible to ignore and I quickly felt nauseous because of it. It worries me, I'm already starving and if I vomit now I might lose the small remaining strength. What is there to vomit anyway with such an empty stomach.

It is going to be a long night and the fact that knowing I'm suffering will make them sleep more soundly is infuriating. They hate me so much and for what? Is it because they think I have no magic and I'm not a witch like them. How will they react if I show them, maybe I should but will it be worth it. Besides being threatened by the queen to not reveal myself, in the end showing them won't be worth it. I'll feel even worse, getting acceptance from them would be disgusting. I don't want to be accepted by them or any other witch in this place, I don't have to prove myself to them. I'm different, which means I must walk a different path and I'm glad it is that way. Even if I was an ordinary or normal witch I'd hate to be like them, I'd hate having to worship that monster. I'd hate to blindly listen to that monster and be fooled by her. As horrible my life is right now I still prefer it this way but wait- what's that!

I thought I felt something like a bug on my arm but it can't be or maybe this is their new way to torture me because I felt no such thing the last time I was here. I froze when I felt another one in my hair then legs...arms and so on. My heart dropped when I felt a sharp stinging pain on my face inflicted by the bug. I quickly tried to get some of them off me but even more came and the bit me multiple times. Some sneaked in my mouth and many were under my dress. I could try to use my magic but I have no energy at all and using my magic wouldn't be a wise decision. So I could do nothing but endure until morning which I now will take forever to come. I am not doing this because I'm strong, I am very terrified but I can't do anything but hope for the end of this torture and that means I must endure.

So I did my best to stay still and try to rest my body while it was being assaulted by bugs. They could be spiders or anything dangerous enough to have poison but I'm not too sure, they still want me to work so they wouldn't poison me. After an hour of trying to keep my mind busy to distract me from the pain I finally felt my eyelids get heavy. I don't know if I should say I fell asleep or passed out but it is a good thing. A temporary break.