T1 W10 JOURNAL

Ambreal crept quietly to her usual corner. If her employer had any sound from her, he would most likely be unhappy again. Then he might decide to punish her again. Ambreal did not want to even think about that happening. She had just been whipped by his heavily-studded belt for bringing him a cup of coffee, which was deemed cold. She remained repose, as she willed herself not to cry. Crying would not help her; it never did, not ever since the first time she was rained with punches. She did not want to risk a splitting headache for the next few days.

As Mr Low quickly fell asleep on the couch, Ambreal took the opportunity to steal into the bathroom where she could tend to her wounds. As if it didn't hurt, Ambreal washed her wounds under the running tap. She was used to the pain and she felt that there was absolutely nothing to gape about.

Suddenly, a stinging slap on her cheek caused her to fall forward, hitting her forehead on the tap. She lifted herself up and turned around, as she held up her hands to ward off the blows that were being launched my her employer.

Mr Low indicted her and went into a tirade about how she was wasting water to clean herself. He even added on and reviled about her work ethic and attitude. Paying no attention to the searing blows, his derogatory remarks kept reverberating in her mind.

She tried to keep herself sane.

When she woke up, she could only nebulously remember herself collapsing onto the floor before she blacked out.