My name is Rachel, and this is my story. I write with tears in my eyes, hoping that someday I will find a cure for the curse that plagues me. But before I delve into the depths of my affliction, let me provide a quick introduction about myself. I am an only child, born to my parents. I have ebony complexion, tall and slim, with a figure that many women crave. My hair is unique, often drawing comparisons to that of a river nymph. At the age of 15, tragedy struck when I lost my parents. However, my explanation of their demise fell on deaf ears. Instead, I was branded a witch, accused of sacrificing them to the river from which I supposedly originated. It was a cruel and heartless judgment. Even my relatives sided with the outsiders, and I was driven away from my own home. What was my offense? I couldn’t fathom it. Then it struck me—I was deemed too beautiful, too beautiful to be a mere human. With nowhere else to go after my parents’ burial, I embarked on a journey to a distant town, hoping to find acceptance in a world that had rejected me. Little did I know that fate had more challenges in store for me.
#Flashback (5 years ago)
“Good morning, Sir,” Rachel greeted the man behind the desk.
The boss replied without looking up, engrossed in his laptop. “What can I do for you?” he asked absentmindedly.
“Actually, sir, I am an orphan with nowhere to stay. I noticed the cleaner position advertised outside, so I came to apply for it. I desperately need this job, and I promise to work diligently,” Rachel explained, her voice trembling with emotion.
The man finally lifted his head to see who was applying for the cleaner position, and what he beheld stunned him. He found himself marveling at the ethereal beauty standing before him.
“You are too beautiful to be human,” the man, named Dan, muttered, still captivated by Rachel’s appearance.
Puzzled, Rachel responded, “Excuse me, sir?”
Quickly regaining his composure, Dan apologized, “Forgive my manners. Please have a seat.”
Rachel obliged, taking the offered chair, but she couldn’t help but notice the lingering gaze from Dan. What was this man thinking? He wore a wedding ring, yet he stared at her with an unsettling intensity. “Oh God, I need this job,” Rachel thought, her mind racing with various scenarios.
“Boom! You are too beautiful to be human,” the words echoed in Rachel’s mind. What did he mean by that? Her thoughts spiraled, fearing the implications behind his words.
“Sir, say something. I’ve been waiting here for the past forty minutes,” Rachel finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Dan snapped back to reality. “Let me take you out first,” he blurted out, interrupting her.
Rachel’s heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by that? What were his intentions?
Dear God, Do you even hear me, or are you just reading like I’m another footnote in your plan? I’ve been screaming into the dark for months, and all I get is silence that presses harder than anything alive. I tried patience, I tried prayer, I tried bending, kneeling, hoping that obedience would make you […]
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