Her roommates, Ella, Anita, and Cassy, were also servants, yet they had united in this small space to make Alora their target of amusement and venting. Every morning, Alora was awakened by ice-cold water that seemed to pierce through her bones, leaving her body trembling uncontrollably. Her mattress was callously taken away, and she was forced to lie naked on the cold bed frame, shivering through the frigid nights, unable to find sleep. Whenever she attempted to resist or disobey even slightly, harsher punishments awaited her. Ella would tightly clutch her hair, yanking her head up roughly, causing Alora to look into her malicious eyes, which glinted with cruelty and a self-satisfied smirk.
On this particular oppressive morning, Alora was once again doused with cold water, jolting her awake. She struggled to open her eyes, her consciousness gradually emerging from the haze. Before she could fully regain her senses, Ella's shrill voice cut through the air like a dagger: "You lazy wretch! Why must you always be so disobedient? I called you three times, and yet you dared to ignore me!" Alora endured in silence, knowing that any resistance at this moment would only bring more severe consequences. She lowered her head, her vacant gaze fixed on the floor, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.
Ella refused to let her off easily. She strode forward menacingly, reaching out to seize Alora's hair with a firm grip and pulling hard. A searing pain shot through Alora's scalp, and she couldn't help but cry out in agony: "Ella, please, you're hurting me!" But Ella seemed deaf to her pleas, her face contorting into an even more hideous expression: "Tonight, I have ample time to devise all sorts of interesting ways to punish you. I can't wait to start making that list." With that, she shoved Alora roughly onto the skeletal bed frame beside the bed, and Alora's body crashed onto it with a dull thud.
"Take her to the bathroom and drench her with cold water!" Ella commanded. Anita and Cassy immediately stepped forward, grabbing Alora's arms, one on each side, and dragging her towards the bathroom like a rag doll. Alora tried to struggle, but her strength was insignificant compared to theirs. The cold water cascaded down mercilessly once again, each drop stinging her skin like a sharp blade. Alora's teeth chattered incessantly, her body curling into a tight ball, feeling as if she were trapped in an icy abyss, the cold seeping deep into her bones.
Approximately thirty minutes later, Alora emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her maid uniform, her body shuddering like a fragile leaf in the wind. Her complexion was as pale as death, her lips a purplish-blue, and her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger. She hated these three roommates with every fiber of her being; they were like demons who had completely shattered her life.
Just then, a knock on the door shattered the silence in the room. A momentary panic flashed across Ella's face but was quickly replaced by her usual haughty expression. She motioned for Alora to answer the door, and Alora scurried over as if granted a reprieve. When she opened the door and saw a guard from the manor standing there, her heart tightened.
"Good morning," Alora greeted cautiously, her voice quivering.
"Good morning," the guard's stern voice echoed in the room, like the toll of a death knell. "Alora, do you have a death wish? Your mistress has been waiting for you in her chambers for over an hour now." Alora's face drained of all color upon hearing those words. She was supposed to report to her mistress's chambers earlier that morning to assist with preparations for a crucial event. But due to her roommates' torment, she had overslept, and now the harshest punishment awaited her at the hands of her mistress.
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