GENESIS
Warmth spread across my face. My eyes were closed, but that wasn't the only thing I felt. My entire body ached, sore yet not in a painful way. There was a lingering sensation, a hum of pleasure woven through the soreness, making me want to stay in bed, to keep sleeping.
But something wasn't right.
One of the rules was that I had to kiss him every morning.
So I needed to wake up.
My eyes fluttered open, the sunlight filtering through the blinds warming my skin. I closed them again, adjusting to the brightness before blinking back to awareness.
I turned to the side, expecting to find him beside me, but he wasn't there.
Panic jolted me upright and u realized I was naked.
"Ugh." I groaned, pressing a hand to my face as the memories rushed in.
Oh god.
How could I have been so… wanton?
What was different about his… his…
Even in my own thoughts, I couldn't say it.
Yet I had screamed and moaned from the overwhelming pleasure of his…
I clenched my eyes shut.
Why had it felt so good? I hadn't been able to think of anything else at that moment. Why was it like that?
Was sex always…
The door opened suddenly, and I yanked the sheets up to cover myself. My heart pounded until I saw who it was.
A maid.
Her name came to me immediately.
Revelation.
I remembered because it was so unique.
She bowed slightly, a knowing glint in her grey colored eyes. My face burned.
Of course she knew I had slept with my husband.
"Ma'am, the young master has left. He told us to check on you when you woke," she said, moving toward the bed.
Before I could respond, the door opened again, and two more maids entered.
I scrambled out of bed, grabbing my gown and panties from where they had been discarded on the floor.
Mortified, I wished the ground would swallow me whole as the two maids began stripping the bed of its sheets and duvet.
Revelation approached me, her expression warm. My heartbeat, which had been erratic, began to steady.
"Come with me, ma'am," she said softly, reaching for my clothes.
I quickly pulled them away from her grasp, but she didn't seem bothered. She only smiled, took my hand, and led me to the restroom.
Inside, I dropped my dress in the hamper, watching as she filled the white tub with warm water, adding rose petals and a creamy liquid that made the water look like milk.
"Enter, ma'am," she said.
I hesitated, wanting to tell her to call me Genesis.
I wanted all the maids to call me by my name. Most of them looked my age, some even older. Revelation herself seemed to be my age.
But how would I tell her?
Then I smiled, remembering the book and pencil I had now. I could write it down for them.
I slipped into the tub, the warm water easing my soreness. As I scrubbed myself, Revelation gently washed my hair.
I expected her to leave once she was done.
Instead, she spread my legs apart.
I tensed as she said she was going to help shave down there.
I blinked at her, taken aback. I never knew you had to shave there. Monica had never taught me that.
Memories surfaced, of my first blood flow.
I hadn't known what it was at first, but thankfully, I had found a book about mothers and pregnancy in the library. I had snuck it into my room and read it, learning about monthly cycles.
When it finally came, I was thirteen. At least I wasn't surprised.
But Monica never gave me sanitary pads.
I had used makeshift fabrics or stolen hers when she wasn't looking. Sometimes, when I had pleased Jimmy, when I didn't cry when he raped me, he would ask what I wanted, and I would request sanitary pads.
But when I turned seventeen, he stopped giving them to me.
He had realized he could take what he wanted without offering anything in return.
"Ma'am… ma'am… Genesis."
A gentle shake on my shoulder.
It was my name that snapped me back.
I blinked, dazed, and found Revelation watching me.
How did she know my name?
But I didn't dwell on it. She had probably heard my name from my husband.
Revelation's brows knitted together in concern. "Why are you crying?" she asked, gently touching my cheek.
I hadn't even realized I was crying.
I shook my head, and she hesitated, looking like she was debating whether to ask again. But when I forced a small smile and shook my head once more, she sighed and let it go.
Then she resumed shaving.
The experience was... odd. But once we were done, I rinsed off, and when I glanced down, I had to admit, I liked how it looked. It was completely bare, save for a few prickles of hair, but that was fine.
After leaving the bathroom, I got dressed in a long denim skirt with a slit that ran from my mid-thigh down. Since the weather was chilly, I paired it with a black turtleneck before slipping on my fuzzy slippers and heading downstairs.
And I felt good.
Not just from the lingering thrum of pleasure still humming through my body, but because I was clean. I smelled fresh. My hair was soft and neatly combed.
And it made me happy.
When I reached the kitchen, Daisy was already there, her small lips pulled into a pout as she stared at a bowl of oatmeal like it had personally wronged her.
I moved toward the counter. The kind older woman who worked there bustled around, and when she noticed me, she turned with a warm smile.
"Happy Sunday," she greeted.
I returned her smile with a small one of my own.
That's when I remembered, I was supposed to bring my notebook and pencil so I could communicate better.
Just as I turned to head back, the sound of the living room door opening made my heart leap.
Was it him?
Kier.
But then a voice, loud and unmistakably feminine, rang out.
"I'm back!"
Footsteps echoed through the house before a woman appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was stunning, her face partially obscured by large black sunglasses.
Who was she?
"Aunt Veronica!" Daisy squealed, launching off her chair. Her tiny legs carried her straight into the woman's arms, and she caught her in a tight embrace.
"My pumpkin," the woman laughed, holding her close.
I stood there, watching in confusion and awe.