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17:36, 28th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Lila

Lila cannot remember her parents. She was not sure she had any. Mistress had often told her that her mother was a whore, her father was any number of men who had paid to take her. Thought Mistress never told her more than that, not how she had come to have her, not why she cared for her, not why she was not allowed to be seen by others.

"You are strange." That was all she had said. Sometimes followed with, "they will fear you". Sometimes Lila thought that Mistress knew a lot more than she told anyone, but it was not her place to question. Lila was a servant, she cleaned, washed, stitched, gardened, wiped, mopped, though there were days that Mistress would tell her stories, or show her how to read, or let her draw or paint. Somedays she felt that she was a child and Mistress was her mother, though often she put that aside to just being what she wished.

Lila hated sitting still. As a child she would climb the trees, scaling the fence in moments before running through the forest. She had been 9 when she first started to climb the mountain near the town she called home.. she had been 12 when she first climbed it all the way. Mistress had belted her for hours when she returned, telling her to never return. Lila never listened.

Now a young woman Lila's long silver-white hair falls to below her shoulder-blades, her eye colour only found in the most vibrant of orchids, a brilliant deep purple. Her slender frame was toned from work, as well as her other activities, though her body was unlike Mistress's family. Where they were short and round, she was tall and sleek, where the women had no shape.. she had curves. Mistress compared her to an hourglass, though Lila did not see the resemblance.