People Who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
"You don't belong here."
The scent of rosemary and plastic offended her. She has a tongue that can spit bitter swords but silence seems to burn her adversaries alive so she walks away. She lives in a glass house if she speaks her mind there will be reputable cracks.
Everyone hates her here, they accuse her of terrible things and in some accounts she's guilty. Her parents sold her to one of the richest man in Orlando, is it her fault that she fell in love with her owner? He is married but still chooses to have her in his arms.
"Where do you think you going?"
She stands her ground when her eyes fall on Her. Objectively speaking, she's gorgeous; slim, tall and toned. She looks like a runway model, and has the maturity of high school mean girl.
"Move."
The two maid held her back and she drops her meal for the day. No! Now she will surly starve, they will never let her in the kitchen again. Her eyes widen and she looks at the the culprits, her mass index is approximately eleven. Her food would barely fill her but it would be enough to give her energy.
"Did we not tell you that you are fat! Why are you eating?"
"Yes. You a fat slut."
"Mistress, how should we punish her?"
Still in shock and processing she felt fingers digging into her cheeks. She winces at the sharp pain, she bruses easily so her fingers will be imbedded on her cheeks.
"Prepare a five star plate for her and then add laxatives. We can't let her starve right?"
One of the sheep nods and practically runs, she uses her other arm to push the other on the ground. Before anyone can stop her, she runs to her bedroom and shut herself away from everyone. Casper is never around when she's being mistreated but he is always around when she reacted. It's not fair but ever since she got locked in the dark basement with no food and water for three days she never retaliated in his presence.
"What can I eat? I'm hungry."
As if the petty angels answered her plea of desperation her door opens to one of the maids pushing a plate of food into her room. She felt something hit her and she covered her eye trying to process what almost poked it out. She looks at the bottle of water now on the floor but her eye is on fire. She cries out loud as panicking, the bottle hit her eye.
"Isabella."
The scent of oak wood and leather kissed her senses. Casper? She runs into his arms and she cries her grievances, she did not retaliate. Surly he will do something to protect her from getting bullied, right? She cries holding her throbbing eye.
"What happened?"
The moment her good blurry eye caught his gaze instead of worry she saw disgust. She's hideous, she should hide. She bruises easily from her just scratching her eye she can't imagine how she looks after having a bottle slammed into her face.
"Don't look at me."
She cries from the fear of rejection and the pain of practically being punched. She's noting more than a sex toy to Casper and a dog to everyone she comes across. She loves him unconditionally but he does not love her, she's convenient and cannot say no.
"I will come back next week, that should give you enough time to heal."
When he spoke everything was accompanied with a loud annoying beep... she need medical attention.
"I'm going to go blind. I can't see." She cries more, "I need help."
She calls but no one come to help her. It's not like no one can see her, this entire place is made of glass. Waiting for something to happen is a form of torture, she's in a fish bowl injured it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that. She sits on the floor waiting for exhaustion to release her. Rather sleep than food poisoning, rather sleep than agony, rather sleep than feeling like her heart being ripped to shreds. How can she love a man that hates her? She can change him. He bought her for a reason, he must feel something, anything.
.
It's been a week. her eye is better but its still not a pretty sight. She can almost see clearly now, her eye looks close to normal and the pain is manageable. Casper hasn't come to see her, is he pulling away? Look, she's pretty again. He won't be repulsed by her now, right?
"You haven't been eating, how are you still alive? You withering Isabella... run while you still can."
She laughs in her face, she's laughing at her. How can she build her relationship with food if Casper hasn't seen her in days.
"Not today please."
"You worthless cunt, I own you." She grabs her jaw once more and she winces at the sharp sting of her nails digging into her skin, "You are nothing but a whole to my husband. Don't get your delusions twisted."
"You hurting me." She manages to squeeze out.
"Good. A whore should know her place."
She's sure her face is covered with black bruises and a hand print trailing a map on the right side of her face. She does not respond to her face being assaulted, she just walks to the front door. It is spring, everything outside this clear prison looks beautiful and new. She just need to open the door, she just needs to step out or she will get eaten up by these vengeful vultures.
"People who live in glass houses should not throw stones."
She turns and she slowly makes her way to her room. She's tired but at least she's not hungry anymore. the second she thought of shutting the useless door she saw him. She ran to his side, he always prefers to spend time with his wife. He pressed his lips her neck making a trail on her shoulder, she smiles as she pressed up against him.
"I missed you."
She whispered breathless. He says nothing but he manhandles her, she wants to talk more. Why is he not looking at her? Is she hideous to look at?
"Casper."
She tried to push away. She wants more that just being his mistress, she wants him but she's trapped in the shadows. She's not hidden but she feels like a dirty secret. But in this glass house she's safe, she is treated unjustly but its better than the world.
"I don't want to talk."
She is pulled and her clothes are ripped off her. She's a mistress in love with another woman's husband, she's terrible but its not safe for her out there.
"I heard a rumour, are you getting another mistress?"
He growls and push her back. Due to his strength and annoyance level she instinctively covers her face. That was unnecessary because the back of her head slammed into a painting frame made of glass. Red coloured her eyes and she felt a warm sensation trailing on her back and she looks at him.
"See what you made me do?!" She falls on the ground shocked, "that's why I am replacing you."
She was never going to be anything other than a mistress. Casper storms out slamming the door, she vaguely sees him and her vision doubles. She just wants to close her eyes for a second, just a second of blood loss won't kill her right?